BARTENDING

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard. In the bar.

At the Bar.

Taking orders.

Imagine that.*

[ooc: Clarice gets a flat in the Staff Wing; Tom Riddle gets a scotch and an update on Bernard's love life, which is rather awesome; Sunny is imperious and snuggly and calls Bernard Daddy for the first time; Tony is depressed (OMG SHOCK AND AWE); Ace is seduced away from Tim with Vegetable Korma; Tim and Bernard talk about Security issues, including Faith and Barty Crouch, and Bernard pricks at Tim's conscience without meaning to; Laini is over-friendly; Q offers his services in the future; the Trips get cockroaches and a knife; Ginny's just plain nice and talkative; and Raph and Bernard talk about EVERYTHING (definitely worth a read).]

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Yes, indeed. And you're the triplets.

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

"We haven't spoken in a long time." Shock continues this trend of not saying exactly what she's thinking.

"I'm Shock, if you've forgotten." She chooses not to introduce her brothers.

She idly eats a bite of Mars Bars/Cockroaches with her hand.

"This is good. Very good. ALthough, I'd ask for 3 Musketeers next time. But this is fine for now. May I have a knife?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*His eyes narrow*

What for?

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

"To skewer someone in the hand." Shock idly arches her eye at her brothers who are trying to wipe their food on each other.

"Cut that out. It's not funny."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Um.

No.

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

Shock's shoulders slump and her eyes rolls back to reveal the whites, then roll around and around.

"You have to be kidding. I'm not actually going to skewer someone in the hand, unless it's my brothers. I need it for the eats!" She gestures to the bowl in front of her.

And more eye rolling.

"I bet I can make my eye pop out of my skull!"

"No, you can't. You can't do anything anymore."

"But I can make FIRE STILL."

"Oh. Good going STUPID." Shock throws her hands up in frustration.

"What? The fleshie gave me a lighter. It's perfectly fine."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*There's a knife. Just to make them stop.*

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

The witch takes the knife and smashes her Mars Bars and Fried Cockroaches and wanders away, muttering her thanks at Bernard behind her back.

"We'll talk to you about employment later!"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He can't help it. He snerks.*

Okay, then.