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[pubdog.livejournal.com]

*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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[pubdog.livejournal.com]

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.*

[blue_ajah]

*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.

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Have moved down to the Kassandra thread where you were talking to her.]

[blue_ajah]

[ooc: ah. will follow.]

[aj_crawley]

*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*

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

*watches Crowley with dark, furious eyes as he tries to soothe Kassandra*