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Crichton bounds back downstairs.
"Hey guys, I'm sor- Oh. The water's gone. Never mind then..."
He ignores the smirks, heads over to the bar, and sits down.
"Coffee."
A margarita appears. He pushes it aside. "I said, coffee."
Another margarita appears.
He turns and looks around the room. There aren't many people in the bar right now, but none of them seem to be having any trouble with their orders...
He glares at the bar.
"Look, I told that Bernard guy it was an accident, okay? I didn't mean to do it. Now give. me. some. freaking. coffee!"
A third margarita appears, this time without the glass. The liquid is in an amusing glass shape suspended in midair for barely a moment, before it succumbs to gravity and splashes all over the bar. Crichton leaps out of his chair barely in time to avoid getting drenched.
He turns, looks around the room, and shouts, "Is anybody else still getting nothing but margaritas?"
"Hey guys, I'm sor- Oh. The water's gone. Never mind then..."
He ignores the smirks, heads over to the bar, and sits down.
"Coffee."
A margarita appears. He pushes it aside. "I said, coffee."
Another margarita appears.
He turns and looks around the room. There aren't many people in the bar right now, but none of them seem to be having any trouble with their orders...
He glares at the bar.
"Look, I told that Bernard guy it was an accident, okay? I didn't mean to do it. Now give. me. some. freaking. coffee!"
A third margarita appears, this time without the glass. The liquid is in an amusing glass shape suspended in midair for barely a moment, before it succumbs to gravity and splashes all over the bar. Crichton leaps out of his chair barely in time to avoid getting drenched.
He turns, looks around the room, and shouts, "Is anybody else still getting nothing but margaritas?"
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He frowns to himself for a bit. "What else can you do?"
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*points wand at a glass, which grows legs and begins tap dancing across the bar.*
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i'm not sure it's sentient john. about all it can do is dance.
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He grabs the dancing margarita and lifts it. "Cheers."
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have you tried apologising?
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once you apologise to sirius i'm sure the bar will be ok.
this kid sirius was talking to... did he have glasses and scruffy black hair?
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