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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*

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[pubdog.livejournal.com]

Ah. That'd be...Paul. *sighs*

I tell you what, I can set up some new doors for you near the stairs, and if Paul still bothers you, kick him.

*flicks wand at the wall across the way, and a dutch door appears, complete with horseshoe over the top of it.*

anything to drink?

[not-a-horse.livejournal.com]

::Thank you. A bucket of water would be appreciated.::

She pauses for a moment, as if trying to think of how to phrase something.

::What are you, exactly? You don't quite smell human.::

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Sorry to run out, was kicked offline. Shall we pick it up this evening?]