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*Wanders in from the kitchen, looking slightly wary and a little hung-over; turning back to the kitchen as he goes* Thanks, Gil...

Good evening, all; let me welcome you to Milliways Happy Hour; Gil informs me that we have snackish food on the menu tonight; mixed nuts, chips for those that would like them, the ubiquitous fried paradoxes, fresh fruit, and assorted other goodies you can request from the bar.

Drink specials tonight are on the Mexican theme -- margaritas, tequila mixed drinks, and tequila shots, which I would hope should be safe enough given it's a Tuesday night -- try not to overindulge, everyone.

Door and Tom, if I could bend your ear a minute...Crowley too if you're around...

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I didn't bloody know he was alive!

Well he bloody isn't anymore!

Fine, we'll throw him in the *choking*

*releases Sirius and slams his hands down onto the bar, denting it quite badly*

You will not. You will go up there, and you will bring him the fuck back!

*she is no longer trembling; she has found six inches of her height, wherever it was hiding, and a great deal of internal fire*

My lord Crowley, what is this?

*leans heavily on the bar and clutches his chest for a moment, then looks up.*

From where? The last I knew of the fucker he was pretty certainly dead and then you lot went and tried to bring him back once and look where that got us! Fucking Aziraphael the demon.

Why the hell are you shouting about this? What happened to him that he died again?

We did bring him back! We did! It fucking cost me my eyes, my hands, and my angel, but we brought him back and now he's dead! He's fucking stone!

*Stares on in a kind of horror*

My second time in here and we have an enraged demon strangling the bartender and yelling at a woman. That's just great, next thing you know someone is gonna get shot.

*plops down at a barstool*

What the fuck do you want me to do about it?

Nobody bloody told me he was wandering around up there, so get the hell off your high horse, Crowley, and tell me why the hell you weren't watching him, because at least you fucking KNEW HE WAS THERE.

Fuck you Sirius, you're not getting out of this one! Kassandra said you were watching him, and Peter said you and he brought him fucking well up there! And now he's stone, so you can fucking well fix it!

I was watching him when I thought he was fucking dead because the bloody squid kept fishing him out of the lake! You think I could have fucking stopped him turning to stone?

*in a low and very certain tone* Don't blame me for losing this one just because you lost yours, Crowley.

How the hell could you not have known we healed him? You not spoken to Peter at all since we did it, fuckwit?

You could have done something, Sirius. You can't even leave the damn bar - you could at least make yourself fucking useful whilst you're here!

He was talking to me while I was trying not to get killed, thanks, so I wasn't precisely listening --

*he sees Kassandra, in the corner*

Fuck you, Crowley, it's not my job to babysit the patrons, dead or alive. If you're pissed off because you did something good and you got screwed, welcome to my fucking world.

*he leaves the bar and goes to Kassandra, crouching near her.*

*Moiraine looks at Sirius as he crouches nearby.*

I fear that your lady is not well; she has retreated inside herself, it appears. If you would speak to her, she may know your voice.

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*Crowley's nails - practically claws at this stage - are digging deep grooves into the bar. It's clear that he is restraining himself - with great difficulty - from following Sirius and putting them to use*

...

Story of my fucking life, these days.

*he turns to leave, hesitates, turns back, orders a double vodka from the bar, and walks, very calmly, to a nearby table*

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[ooc: have moved here if you wish to follow: http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/254327.html?thread=8069239#t8069239 ]

*snow walks up to Crowley*

What's going on here? Can't this bar go ONE night without chaos erupting? Look, let's just calm down and tell me what happened.

[OOC: The character seems to have taken over despite my instinct to dive for cover. I attribute it to her pent-up administrative abilities]

*Kassandra sits down on the floor in the darkest possible corner, and stares a long unsettling time at Crowley, malevolent, indifferent or afraid, before pressing her hands to her eyes and curling round herself*

*Moiraine approaches cautiously, keeping an eye on the bar, and glowing faintly.*

Kassandra. Are you well?

[ooc: if by 'well', you mean 'catatonic and spazzing' :) hee ]

[ooc: heh. no kidding. Moiraine's got Healing power, which is why she approached; she's seen battle aftermath before.. or during-math, if that's a word. :)]

*one clenched hand swipes at him, blind, and misses; she folds herself chin to knees to elbows, her eyes are closed, and she stays silent.*

*Leans over to Kassandra and whispers* Does this happen often?

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