Breakfast at Milliways

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard's behind the bar, serving breakfast, not wearing a tutu.

Have at.

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[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

And there is a Bianca in the bar, dressed as a modern-day hippy, and looking not a day over twenty. If one looks close, perhaps there is a blood-stain or two.

She's carrying a folded piece of paper.

"Richard! Ah, I am glad to see you here..."

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard grins hugely.

"Bianca! Welcome back. It's good to see you."

[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

She gives him a sunny smile.

"As it is you...I won't be long, I'm cutting really a bit fine with the sun-rise, but I don't suppose you could give this to Amadeo, could you?" The blonde vampire holds out the piece of folded, linned paper.

[go-between.livejournal.com]

He nods and takes the note.

"Of course, but he'll pout over missing you again."

[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

The letter (http://www.livejournal.com/users/abotticellilady/1439.html) is short, written in black pen by someone who learnt calligraphy rather then 'handwriting'.

Bianca pouts. "Tell him I pouted back, then, and that he should move to a saner part of the world then...well, where-ever he makes his home now. Britain, from your accent?"

[go-between.livejournal.com]

He smiles. Bianca and Amadeo were obviously raised by the same man.

"New Orleans, actually. Just down the street from Lestat and Louis. As for my accent, I was born in Scotland. And Amadeo wants to know why a vampire moved to the sunniest continent on the planet."

[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

That gets a laugh.

"Only drink the blood of the Evil-doer, thus I was taught," she says in a sing-song voice. "Used to be prison, over 150 years, and I was tired of all the old countries, anyway. Besides, the people amuse me so much."

[go-between.livejournal.com]

"We'll have to come visit sometime, and you should visit is as well. Amadeo is dying to see you again."

[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

"Oh, dear, I hope not literally..." Bianca grins, and then kisses Richard on the cheek.

"I really do have to run, otherwise I'll have to sleep in the boathouse, and the Donovans have come back from their holiday and might find me...could you pass along the kiss as well?"

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

Liam approaches for breakfast, but the Bar pre-empts him before he actually says anything, giving him a full Irish breakfast and a shamrock plant in a pot. He blinks.

"Thank you, Bar..."

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard laughs.

"She knows you and Charlie by now."

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

He chuckles.

"Obviously. The plant's a nice touch."

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard laughs.

"Guess it's Saint Patrick's day."

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

"...so it is. I'd completely forgotten."

[go-between.livejournal.com]

*shrugs*

"I don't usually think on it much either."

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

"It's because I've been here for the last few days. When I go back, they'll just be starting the preparations..."

[go-between.livejournal.com]

"Must be wild for you to live the same weeks twice."

[i_vanquish_evil]

Van Helsing and Beowulf wander in and to the bar.

"Morning, Richard. How are you?"

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard smiles at them and reaches over the bar to pet Beowulf.

"Good morning, Mr. Van Helsing. How are you?"

[i_vanquish_evil]

"I asked you first, but I'm fine. Thank you."

[go-between.livejournal.com]

"Sorry, I'm fine. Been meaning to catch up with you all week.....I'm sorry I ran out on you last time."

[i_vanquish_evil]

"Don't worry about it. Though, I almost would've felt better if you'd've hit me. So, what's up?"

Beowulf props his front paws on a barstool, looking over the bar at Richard.

[go-between.livejournal.com]

"Why would I hit you?"

He passes a bowl of steak cubes over to Beowulf.

"So...I've been trying to learn more about this whole werewolf thing. A bloke called Remus said that there was no cure, but that he could get me a potion that would let me keep my mind during the change."

[i_vanquish_evil]

He shrugs off the bit about hitting. It's not important.

Beowulf looks up at him, then at the bowl, then at him... he nods and the dog grabs a couple cubes, happily wagging his tail while he eats.

"Did you talk to Faith? Different types of werewolves." Thank you, Carl. "In some worlds, there isn't a cure. Faith, I think, told me about a friend of hers that is one. I've never met Remus, but I'd wager his variety is different too. Werewolves in my world, ordinarily wouldn't be able to be cured, but Carl recreated the anti-venom and, if administered as directed, should work."

[go-between.livejournal.com]

"I did talk to Faith, and she gave me the antidote."

He pulls the hideously large syringe out.

"How is it to be administered?"