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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Having disappeared into his room to write a letter, Bernard emerges from the Staff Quarters and goes behind the bar to tend.

It's too late for Happy Hour, but that doesn't mean he can't get his mind off things with work.

He lights a cigarette and waits for the orders to come in.*

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[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie has already served himself--he's got a bowl of Froot Loops for dinner--but he waves to Bernard anyway.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard nods his head at him, smiling slightly.*

Get you anything, Eddie?

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

"Nah, I'm set up pretty well. Just wanted to say hey." He has some dyed, sugar-treated cardboard Froot Loops. "I heard a turtle turned your girlfriend green?"

[nomorethesource.livejournal.com]

Cole walks up to the bar, but doesn't order anything. He looks at Bernard, sees his red hair, and smiles.

"Meg told me to find the Redhead who isn't dead or an incarnation of evil. Said his name would be Bernard. Are you he?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He surprises a laugh out of Bernard.*

Well, I'm not dead yet. The evil thing depends on who you ask.

*He sticks out a hand*

Bernard Wrangle. What can I do for you?

[nomorethesource.livejournal.com]

Cole takes the profferred hand and shakes it. "My name's Cole Turner. I was told that you might be hiring. I figure if I'm stuck here, I may as well earn my keep."

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val, bleary-eyed, and complete with keyboard face, a few green streaks in her hair, and green hands, comes up to the bar, blinking sleep from her eyes. "Hey, Bernard. I need something with horribly large amounts of caffiene."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Yes. You do.

*He gets her a double shot of espresso.*

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

She takes it, and drinks about half of it in one go, shivering a bit. "Thanks, Bernard. I should probably actually try to sleep sometime that's not in a booth, shouldn't I?"

[seeking-bucho.livejournal.com]

The mariachi walks up to the bar to meet his first non-Bartleby bartender.

"Dos Equis, por favor."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

No problemo.

*A tap of Dos Equis is at the end of a long line of taps. Was it there before? Who knows.*

Here you go, stranger.

[lastgunslinger]

An empty coffee cup makes for a sad gunslinger.

Roland takes a seat at the bar. "Could I get more coffee?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Sure thing.

*He fills his cup.*

Room for cream?

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*penny wanders over*
Hey Bernard, could I have a beer?

*she smiles saddly*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He frowns worriedly*

Sure thing, Penny. What sort? And what's wrong?

[princessofmu.livejournal.com]

Hey, remember me (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/2636484.html")?
Leigh-Cheri takes a seat at the bar. Front and center.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard sees her and clenches his jaw. He walks over and smiles strainedly*

Get you anything?

[true_desire]

Desire stops by the bar, offering our favorite barman a small smile.

"When you get the chance, Bernard -- A glass of water, and a bottle of whatever you feel like sharing?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard is glaring at the redhead in front of him, but when Desire comes to the Bar, he takes the opportunity to escape. He gives her a glass of water, and then sets two shot glasses on the table*

Porfidio okay? I'm feeling expensive lately.

[flybywash]

Wash, radioactively bright shirt and all, drops into the nearest free seat. He absently drums his fingers against the Bar as he cranes his neck to see...hey, look, it's somebody who isn't Richard. Interesting.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard stolls over, smiling*

Welcome to Milliways.

Get you anything?

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*At . . . some point . . . Anthy wanders over, rubbing her head.* Does the Bar have anything for hangovers?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard blinks*

Holy shit. Anthy.

*He rummages in the Bar for some Hangover Remedy, then measures out a teaspoon for her.*

Here.

Haven't seen you in fucking ages.

[clumsy_auror]

*There's a streak of pink flying across the bar from the House of Arch painting, and then Tonks is standing at the end of the Bar, slightly out of breath and flushed*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard doesn't notice her for a second, as swamped as he is. Then he feels her eyes on him, and glances over.

He drops his second bottle of Porfidio in twenty-four hours.*