Bartending!

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

Claire steps behind the bar, Seth sleeping in a baby sling around her neck. She wipes down the bar's surface and straightens the extra glasses, smiling at Charlie playing guitar in the corner.



"What can I get you?"





[[ooc: 6:45 EST: Wrap or slow-time from here on out, please *bats eyelashes*]]

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[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

Liam approaches with a small smile.

"Hey, Claire."

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

She smiles back with the same small smile. "Hey Liam. How are you today?"

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

"Not too bad. How're you and the little one?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

There's an Ace. At the bar. Not doing much of anything, really. She's got a soccer-ball blanket... though if you call them soccer balls and not footballs, there might be a discussion.

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

She looks up with a smile that quickly turns to a concerned frown. "Ace? Are you okay?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Hmm?" She looks up. "Oh. Hi Claire." She offers Claire what is, at the moment, her very best grin, which doesn't quite match up to the old standard. She's trying, anyway.

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

Barry hasn't much time, but he certainly has time enough head over from Charlie's rendition of Classical Gas and look for a moment at the baby.

"He's beautiful, Claire."

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

"Thank you so much." She beams. "How are you today? Can I get you a soda?"

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

"A soda would be nice.

"I'm okay. And you?" He asks, even tohugh he suspects things are not great.

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

"Hey Claire,"
Esk's smiling, and cheerful enough, but there's a softness in her eyes that an only be concern.

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

"Esk," she smiles. Her eyes are tired but she is genuinely glad to see her friend. "How are you today?"

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

"I'm good," Eska replies. "Been busy, but nothing particularly interesting: working on a particularly complex spell for someone. How are you?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/]

When he first saw her at the bar, his first inclination was turn right around and go back up to his room.

But somehow found the courage to walk over to the bar. Maybe it was because it was right, but it was probably mostly because he saw Seth in the sling.

"How's--how is he?" he asked, his head down, and he bit his lip.

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

"He's. . .he's fine, Ron." She offers a concerned smile. "How are you, Ron?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/]

Ron's lips were pressed together in a thin, white line. "As OK as someone can be when they're the worst babysitter ever." He shook his head, and finally looked up, looking supremely guilty. "I'm so sorry, Claire, really. It was all my fault. I should have been more careful with him--I mean, half the people in here are strangers--I should've just told Ethan that I wasn't sure whether you'd want me to hand him off to other people and not let him touch him. I shouldn't have turned my back on him, either, when that Southern bloke came up yelling..."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"We're sure training our bar staff from an earlier and earlier age these days. I think I approve."

Indy turns round from where he was leaning with his back against the bar, so she can at least put a face to the voice. It's a smiling face.

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

She laughs. "Well, he needs to make a living somehow."

She reaches a hand out. "I'm Claire and this Seth. Can I get you anything?"

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Somebody might be feeling silly tonight after a day of conjuring stuff at the building site and filling up an old grimoire with dozens of post-it notes.

Still, Asar-Suti wouldn't like to miss Claire's shift of bartending, but you can have a little joke?

So it's a small, short, dark-haired woman who apporaches the bar tonight, the purpleness of the bodice that encases her not-very-ample cleavage perhaps a give-away to her identity? On the other hand, Claire will not expect shape-shifters, despite the weeks she's now lived in Milliways.

The bright smile, though, is exactly the same. "Hello," 'Ash' says, "can I have a Southern Comfort with ginger ale?"

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

Claire looks up with a smile. "Hi, I'm Claire."

She begins fixing the drink but glances curiously at the woman before her.

[accessobrian.livejournal.com]

"You're Claire."

Yes, Chloe did just come up to Claire at the Bar and announce to Claire, that Claire, is in fact, Claire.

"I'm Chloe O'Brian. CTU: LA. Are you alright with the kid around your neck like that? I could take him for a bit so your neck doesn't get all tweaked. Or I could just have a shot of something. What, I don't know. Probably water. Yes. Water. Please."

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

Claire blinks at the strange introduction. "Er, um, yes, okay, water."

She smiles kindly and hand the woman a glass of water. "And I am Claire, that's true."

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

And there's a Murphy sans entry post as the mun only has a half hour before heading out.

"Any recommendations? Haven't really paid that much attention to th' menu yet."

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

"Oh?" She looks up with a smile. "What are you in the mood for? Alcoholic drinks, regular drinks, food?"

She wipes her hand on a towel and offers it to him to shake. "I'm Claire."

[comma-sticks.livejournal.com]

"Claire? What's going on?"

It's a familiar face, at least.

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

Claire looks up at the voice and grins with relief. "Shannon! You found this place. Good."