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Michaelangelo ([personal profile] mnt_mike) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2005-08-15 10:22 pm

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Mike returns to the bar, having changed his ever present orange Hawaiian print shirt for something a little more subdued. You know, a blue one. Draped over one arm is a flowered wreath which appears to have been made with Two-Ply Facial Tissues. In the right light one can see that it has been sprayed with glitter. Placing the wreath down on the Bar, Mike sets about crafting the specials menu for the evening's Happy Hour in script is stylized, yet tasteful.



When the wreath is finally set in a place of prominence, Mike mixes himself a Rubber Duckie, and holds it aloft.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of Milliways. The Bar is now open. Let us drink to the memory of Senior Squeakins. May he delight those whom he meets, from now until the end of all things."

He downs the drink, and turns the now empty glass over, mouth down on the Bar.

[identity profile] no-comb-shep.livejournal.com 2005-08-16 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
Sheppard watches, blinking slowly. "Still too soon to talk about it, huh?"

[identity profile] no-comb-shep.livejournal.com 2005-08-16 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Got it." He looks around awkwardly for a few moments before glancing back to Mike. "So is 'can I have a beer' also a bad topic?"

[identity profile] no-comb-shep.livejournal.com 2005-08-16 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
He gestures towards the Sam Adams, a smirk beginning to appear as he listens. Mike may be weird as hell...but he's amusing.

[identity profile] no-comb-shep.livejournal.com 2005-08-16 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Thanks." He takes a drink, keeping an eyebrow raised at Mike. "Anything else I shouldn't talk about?"

[identity profile] no-comb-shep.livejournal.com 2005-08-16 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Vibrating..?" He shakes his head quickly. "Never mind." After a few moments of glancing and around and sipping his beer, he frowns down at the bar. "Do you know if the Bar can get jet fuel?"

[identity profile] no-comb-shep.livejournal.com 2005-08-16 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
"The actual stuff. There's a talking plane outside that needs fuel, but I didn't know if you could get it. And we're not exactly sure who's going to pay for it."

[identity profile] no-comb-shep.livejournal.com 2005-08-16 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
"His name's Eddie-he's a Navy plane."

[identity profile] no-comb-shep.livejournal.com 2005-08-16 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
"No, the big bronze jet outside that answers to the nickname 'Skippy'."

[identity profile] no-comb-shep.livejournal.com 2005-08-16 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
He thinsk for a moment, trying remember what type of fuel Eddie mentioned. "He said he needed...catalysed A-1 methane. And seeing how he wants to have fuel? I think it counts as an okay. He can't exactly come inside and speak for himself."

[identity profile] no-comb-shep.livejournal.com 2005-08-16 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
He glances down at the Bar. "The Bar can't just come up with it?" It had worked with paper, pencils, and beer.

[identity profile] no-comb-shep.livejournal.com 2005-08-16 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
"So does that mean I should try when it isn't happy hour?"

[identity profile] no-comb-shep.livejournal.com 2005-08-16 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Got it. Thanks. I think Eddie'll been even more thankful, though."

[identity profile] no-comb-shep.livejournal.com 2005-08-16 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't think he'd like that. And I don't know about you, but I try to not piss off talking planes with guns."