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milliways_bar2005-08-15 10:22 pm
mnt_mike) wrote in 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.
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.
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"'S always knowin' there's someone who'll be right there with ya, no matter what life brings. Good, bad or indifferent - ya'll never be alone."
He laughs. "Which can be a right pain on th' few occasions when ya want ta be alone, but in th' end... I'd not trade it fer anythin'.
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"Think it's hard to hide from one? Try three."
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Mike nods knowingly.
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"...Magic, mutation, or alternate universe where man evolved from reptiles?"
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