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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...

Comments

[hard-core-dick.livejournal.com]

What part of I don't want to talk about it do you not fucking understand?

[ooc: love the creative timeline going on with fleur. :-D also, we need to have a quick chat re: the curse when you get a second]

[leplusbeau]

[ooc: What? We did this before the angel thing, I swear. *giggles* And, I'm on im if you need me.]

I understand. I speak english. I juste do not agree.

[hard-core-dick.livejournal.com]

Well, you know what? From where I'm standing, it doesn't fucking matter if you agree or not.

[leplusbeau]

*shrugs*

As you wish for now. I will go cause chaos elsewhere. Mais, not forever.

*disappears into the crowd of the bar*

[hard-core-dick.livejournal.com]

*Jamee picks up the bottle of tequila from the bar and, finding the blanket Gil had covered her with the previous evening, heads out to sleep by the lake.*