ext_95188 ([identity profile] go-between.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2005-03-17 07:34 am

Breakfast at Milliways

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

Have at.

[identity profile] abotticellilady.livejournal.com 2005-03-17 01:57 pm (UTC)(link)
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..."

[identity profile] abotticellilady.livejournal.com 2005-03-17 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
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.

[identity profile] abotticellilady.livejournal.com 2005-03-17 02:08 pm (UTC)(link)
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?"

[identity profile] abotticellilady.livejournal.com 2005-03-17 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
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."

[identity profile] abotticellilady.livejournal.com 2005-03-17 02:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"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?"

[identity profile] abotticellilady.livejournal.com 2005-03-17 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Another smile.

"You too, Richard. Night!" And with that, she's running back to the front door, and slipping out into the gentle night rain.

[identity profile] youalleverybody.livejournal.com 2005-03-17 02:36 pm (UTC)(link)
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..."

[identity profile] youalleverybody.livejournal.com 2005-03-17 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)
He chuckles.

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

[identity profile] youalleverybody.livejournal.com 2005-03-17 02:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"...so it is. I'd completely forgotten."

[identity profile] youalleverybody.livejournal.com 2005-03-17 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's because I've been here for the last few days. When I go back, they'll just be starting the preparations..."

[identity profile] youalleverybody.livejournal.com 2005-03-17 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's... odd. But I can live with it."

[identity profile] youalleverybody.livejournal.com 2005-03-17 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
He grins slightly.

"Thanks. I like coming here."

[identity profile] youalleverybody.livejournal.com 2005-03-17 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"A little, I think. I ended up sleeping on the couch last night, and I haven't seen him yet this morning."

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