milliways_bar | (no subject)

Entry tags:

(no subject)

::enters, looking slightly nervous::

Could I have a glass of water, please?

Uh huh. *nods* I wouldn't mind some of that kind of help. *leers*

::blinks in surprise::

*hadtily backtracks* Not that I... uh... I meant in the general sense! Not specificaly from Riddle, who is a man, after all, and-

...

Fuck.

My God. Am I the only straight person in this bloody place?

I think I need something a bit harder, after all.

Quite possibly.

Atlantean?

Oh, no, an Atlantean hangover is exactly what I *don't* need tomorrow.

Relax, you're not alone. *rests hand on extended abdomen*

Not so fucking loud! *glances around* Why, who else is gay? *is reluctantly curious*

Yeah, I think I'll get something for myself, as well. Sirius is here, I can go off duty for a while. Guinness okay?

I don't go in for beer, so much, myself. Could I have a cranberry juice and vodka thingy? Come sit and talk.

*fetches drinks, sits at table* So. Gay. *cheeks redden slightly*

[OOC: Fuck, it's 4am here. *droops*]

Not gay. But don't care.

Do you have a best friend you're secretly in love with, too? That seems to be a popular theme around here.

[OOC: Oh, you crazy Brits...]

Uh. Maybe. We didn't part on the best of terms. I cut his wings off.

[OOC: Can I leave till tomorrow, or will you have moved on drastically from this conversation, by then?]

Oh. That could be problematic. Well, maybe you can work things out. Milliways seems to be ideal for that.

[OOC: I'm leaving tomorrow to go out of town for the weekend. But we can continue next week, if you like.]

If he turns up. *sigh* I'd better go and serve drinks again. *downs the last of his Guinness* Talk next time I see you?

And don't... uh... don't spread it around, you know?

[OOC: Sleeeeeeeeeeeep. Have a good weekend. :D]

*snickers amusedly*

*glares* You! Explain why, if I have a sexless body, I don't have a sexless mind.

*suddenly realises who he's speaking to*

Uh. Mr Metatron, sir.

Because you've lived in Wisconsin for four millenia, and you're horridly repressed.

*holds up a $10 bill*

More tequila, please.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only