milliways_bar | (no subject)

The Corinthian, in black jeans, black boots, and a black tuxedo shirt, wanders into the bar. His shock of white hair and his mirrorshades stand out even in the pale glow of the bar as he makes his way towards the fireplace, then, apparently changing his mind, he moves to the center of the bar proper. Pulling up a barstool, he pulls a white-tipped matchstick from his watch pocket and slides it into his mouth.
"What to do , what to do. We should start with a drink. Hmmmm... I'll have a Hitler's Bunker, pleeeease."
He streatches the last word out as he lowers his head to peek between the plants and people to see who's in the bar.