Entrance Post

[forever-england.livejournal.com]

And so. There's a very well dressed gentleman standing by the door to Milliways - naturally enough, he has a rather surprised expression on his face.

He's not wearing a tuxedo and there are no gorgeous women draping themselves over him. No vodka martini or Walther PPK in his hand either - in fact, he thinks he was about to get fired. So maybe he's a bit relieved to find himself here. He just wishes he knew where 'here' is.

James Bond is in the bar.

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[antarianmax.livejournal.com]

"Here is Milliways Bar, and I'm totally sure it isn't - it's not where anyone was trying to get to. It appears on the other side of doorways rather often."

He waves a hand at the observation window.

"It's the physical end of the universe. Nothing else out there except exploding things. Not a good idea to lean too hard against the window, I bet. I'm Max Evans, and the first drink is on the house, if you'd like something."

[forever-england.livejournal.com]

He looks over at the observation window and watches for a moment. And he thinks that he wasn't drunk before he walked through the door, or asleep - so this has to be real.

He turns back to Max. 'James Bond. I think a drink might be a good idea. Care to join me?'

[antarianmax.livejournal.com]

"Well, I can't - um, I can't have Earth alcohol, but -- Bar?"

A silvery drink appears on the surface, in a glass. Max picks it up and takes a sip.

"Thanks, old girl. Er. What for you, Mr Bond?"

[forever-england.livejournal.com]

Mun cringes at the cliche, but it has to be done.

'Vodka Martini. Shaken, not stirred, if it's all the same to you.'

He watches with interest as the drinks appear. 'How does it do that?'

He doesn't ask about the silvery drink even though he's curious. But its none of his business.