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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim rests in one of the booths, watching the bar. He nods absenttly to those people he knows, including his boss.*

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard nods back from his table with Tonks and Crowley, smiling.*

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim blinks a moment The boss, happy? Probably not a good time to interupt him then.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Well, it's inadvisable to interrupt him when he's unhappy too. Interrupt away.*

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Yes, but if he's unhappy, well interupting is less damaging somehow. But Tim ambles over anyways.*

Morning Bernard.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard grins up at Tim and kicks a chair out.*

Hey, Tim.

Take a load off.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim plops into a seat.*

You look ina good mood.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Flat's finished and we're moving in.

*He glances over to Tonks fondly.*

Been a good day.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tims grin widens, more of a smirk by now. Uh-huh.*

Sounds good to me. Er....

*Tim looks away, then back, nervous.*

I, uhm, need you to dock me four days pay. I didn't work, i shouldn't get paid for it.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard looks confused.*

What happened?

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim sighs.*

Uhm...my girlfriend got kicked out of bar and I kinda spent four days in front of the door building a spell to let me contact her.

*he looks real embaressed about it.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He shakes his head sympathetically.*

No can do, Tim. I understand all too well.

It's okay. I won't dock your pay. We'll just say you needed some vacation.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim smiles.*

Thanks man. Uhm...did you want to hear about the back up thing, or were you going to leave that all to bigby?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Sure, fill me in.

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

"Skull-man!"

A small roly-poly bone-child is down in the Bar all alone.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Little dude!

*Tim raises a brow, and his entire head bursts into flames.*

And it's Tim. Remember that name, it's one that strikes fear in the hearts of people everywhere.

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

Barrel snickers, claps his hands at the hysterical trick, and nods. "Ok Tim."

"How are you?"

Barrel has a bowl which he is eating out of. Mun would rather not say what's in the bowl. Let's just say, the beetles looked much more appetizing.

"I've been meeting all sorts of new people. I got turned into, well, I don't know what, but it was fun!"

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I'm pretty good.

*And the flames freeze, turning white with ice.*

Whats yer name little dude?

*His frosty eyebrows raise.*

You didn't know what you got turned into?

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

"I'm Barrel. I thought I told you?" He munches a little while he thinks.

"Nope, guess I didn't."

"Oh! I don't know what I got turned into because I was all sorts of stuff! I had feathers, and fur, and I squeeked, and had a tail. All because I ate some candy from the Bar. And Bill said," He looks around for Bill at this point,
"Bill said he'd bring his brothers. I think they make candy."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim purses his lips.*

Ahaha.... Yes, i think Fred and George would love to meet you actually. A platypus maybe?

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

"I wanna meet them!" Another handful of the stuff in the bowl.
"What's a plat-ee-puss?"

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim gestures with his hands. There is a flaming platypus in his hands.*

Like this. But no fire.

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

"It would be better if it were on fire."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim nods.*

More things should be on fire.

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

"Lock tried to set a pig on fire. But he ended up setting some pork chops on fire. And he was going to set this guy on fire, but the guy was too skinny. Wouldn't of burned well." Another handful of stuff from the bowl.

"I beat up a spelling thing yesterday." Barrel says this as if everyone does it. Just a normal everyday occurence.

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Really?

*Says frosty Tim*

What'd it do?