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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard's still in the bar. You just didn't see him.

He strolls over to the usual table, tequila and lone cigarette in hand.

No, he still hasn't smoked it.*

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[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

Wolf comes over. He's seen Bernard before. And he has been told that the bartender is the man to talk to about a job.

"You're Ber'd, yes?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Um.

*He laughs shortly*

I see you've met Sunny.

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

"Yes, met and been bitten by," he chuckles/winces. His poor tail is still bruised.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard winces sympathetically.*

Sorry about that. There's no stopping her.

*He holds out a hand.*

Bernard Wrangle, Head Barman.

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

He reaches for the hand, shaking it. "Wolf! Nice to actually meet you; and it's alright. I'm glad she did. My night was the better for meeting her. Sweet little tyke!"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He grins warmly*

She's a fucking handful, is what she is.

*He doesn't seem to mind.*

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

He also grins. Apparently he wouldn't mind all that much if his cub turned out like her.

"And how! Although I did want to meet you because of her, I actually have hidden motives. I heard you're the man to talk to about work?"

You don't hear that hopeful glimmer in the word "work." Really, you don't.

[sai_delgado]

Susan sees him and comes over to his table, where she curtseys.

"Goodeven, sai Bernard, and may yer days be long upon the earth."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Evening, Susan. Same to you.

*He kicks out a chair*

Have a seat.

[sai_delgado]

She sits down and smiles hesitantly at him.

"Are things well with ye?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

They are, indeed. Nymphadora and I are settling into our new flat in the Staff Wing.

And you?

[sai_delgado]

"There's been a lot of building work of late, aye. Yer new home is very nice, then, I'd wager?"

"I'm well enough, thankee-sai."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He grins*

It is.

When we've got it all set up, you should come by to see it.

[balletrat]

*Meg waves cheerfully to Bernard.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard carefully hides his immediate anxiety.

No use letting Meg know what kind of shit Anthy's in.

He smiles easily and waves back.

He's getting pretty damn good at hiding.*

[balletrat]

*No use letting Meg know, indeed.

Although you might want to brace yourself when she eventually finds out . . .*

How're you, Bernard?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Very, very good, lately.

It's a new thing. I'm enjoying it while it lasts.

[balletrat]

*Meg grins.* I know the feeling. Calm before the storm, and all. Although hopefully we won't have a storm, so.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Meg.

*He rolls his eyes.*

When is there not a storm?

[young_tmriddle]

Hullo, Bernard. All moved in?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Tom!

*Bernard gestures for him to sit*

Pretty much. We've still got to pick out a few things, but it's coming along.

How's Sunny been? Not biting too hard, I hope?

[young_tmriddle]

She's having a very good visit -we're all delighted to have her. Mary was looking forward to spending a little time with her tonight before bedtime.

She's asked for you both though.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard's eyes go big as a pang of warmth flashes through him.

His smile is almost sheepish.*

Really?

[young_tmriddle]

*Tom smiles back.*

Of course she does. But don't worry, she hasn't been crying or distressed. She just looks about for you and asks where you are.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He looks down at the table, smiling and a little flushed.*

Well, she'll be home soon enough.