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[pubdog.livejournal.com]

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and everyone else. Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour.

In honour of Bernard and Dionysus taking over the bar the last two nights, the specials tonight are wine, sake-bombs, and stuffed grape leaves. None of which explodes, but some comes damn close. Sit back, relax, and enjoy watching my sunburn peel.

*settles in comfortably*

Comments

[weallscream.livejournal.com]

That's not the magic word at all. You aren't even trying.

[not-a-horse.livejournal.com]

Megwyn carefully trods on his foot, then back away from him and very carefully starts banging on the doors with her hind legs.

[weallscream.livejournal.com]

*Yelps*

Dumb dog!

*Dangerously*

Oughtta be put down.

[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

Peter opens the door and is somewhat astonished to see a horse outside. But then he mentally shrugs. A talking turtle and an orangutan are already patrons, so why not a horse?

"Come in," he says, with as much aplomb as he can muster. "Welcome to Milliways, the Bar at the End of the Universe."

[not-a-horse.livejournal.com]

::Thank you! You are far more polite than the young man outside::

She prances in, watching where she is going so as not to step on anyone.

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*accepts new patron without batting an eyelash* Hello. They should probably rig up somthing to let in creatures without opposable thumbs; it's not likely that you're the only one around here. Can I get you a bowl of something?

[not-a-horse.livejournal.com]

::No, thank you. I have found a rather helpful young man to speak with. (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/339937.html?thread=10641633#t10641633)::

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

All right, then. *wanders off*