An attractive entrance...

[always-thirsty.livejournal.com]

Thomas Raith, formerly of the leading House of the White Court, scrounges around in the ice box for a minute before looking up with a grumble.

"Harry, we're out of beer ag--"

Blink.

Stare.

"Okay, no shortage of beer, I'm thinking, but sudden shortage of apartment."

He winces.

"Harry's going to kill me."

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[wizard_dresden]

"Yes, he just might."

Turn around Thomas, this could get... interesting.

[always-thirsty.livejournal.com]

He does turn, and its something of a spin.

"Oh. Hi. Um, this whole, uh, bar in the place of your apartment thing? Yeah, not my fault. I promise. I know I complain about you never getting out sometimes, but I'm not this nuts."

[wizard_dresden]

I could really fuck with him on this... I really could.

But I'm too tired.

"No, Thomas. I know."

Not gonna help him either.

[always-thirsty.livejournal.com]

He looks around, taking in the assorted sights, before looking at Harry critically.

"So you've been holding out on me then? Cold, man. Very cold."

[wizard_dresden]

I shake my head.

"Actually, blame this one on Bob."

I point to the annoying little skull sitting on the bar counter across the room.

[always-thirsty.livejournal.com]

He looks at Bob for a minute before smirking at the skull.

"I can't blame anything on Bob. I get laid way more often than he does, so I guess it all evens up."

[wizard_dresden]

I glare at Thomas. He gets laid way more often then half of Chicago.

"Sure it does."

I just roll my eyes.

[always-thirsty.livejournal.com]

He peers at Harry curiously.

"You all right, Harry? Seem a little, I dunno, crabby? Tense? I'll spot you a beer if you like. Got my last paycheck from that last job of mine. No better way to spend it."

[wizard_dresden]

You mean he's actually offering to pay for something?

Okay, really, Thomas isn't that bad. He would pay for more if he could, he just has a 'job' problem. As in, he can't exactly keep one - for a number of reasons, but that's not exactly his fault.

"Fine. Beer sounds good."

[like-father.livejournal.com]

Okay. So there was a half-naked man in the bar. That wasn't the sort of thing you saw here at Milliways often, with the rules in place and all. Not that being half-naked was against the rule, or so Lian thought.

But he looked confused. Which probably meant that he was new here, or that he had some sort of problem. And Lian, of course, would cheerfully try to help out with either.

"Can I help you?" She asked as she approached him, in her Red Hood uniformed glory.

[always-thirsty.livejournal.com]

He turns, still a bit confused...but a beautiful young woman in costume certainly brightens his smile.

"Sure."

It's almost a proposition, but not quite. Then he looks around, breaking the spell a little.

"You, uh, wouldn't happen to know where I am, would you?"

[like-father.livejournal.com]

It was probably a good thing that Lian had grown up around a group of men, give or take a few females. So she was used to the shirtless part of the equation. Or else, she might be blushing. But alas, no daughter of Roy Harper's would blush at this sight.

"Of course. You're at Milliways," Lian told him with a smile of her own, her suspicions confirmed that he was new here. "Also known as the bar at the end of the universe."

Cue hand gesture over to observation window!

[always-thirsty.livejournal.com]

He looks over at the exploding universe for about a minute before turning back to Lian.

"I think I like looking at you a little better, thanks."

[like-father.livejournal.com]

Now Lian had to laugh at that one. Not only because of the flattery, but well...it was a reaction to the observation window, after all. At least he wasn't denying it or telling that this had to some kind of elaborate joke. Or a hallucination.

"Well, in that case..." She took off one of her gloves before extending towards him. "I'm Lian Harper."

[always-thirsty.livejournal.com]

He nods and takes her hand. His touch is...not electric, but still somehow...more. He's not turning on the charm, but there is something intrinsicly magnetic about him, for good or bad. It doesn't help that he hasn't had anything to 'eat' for a while.

"Thomas Raith. And I'll, uh, skip the bad joke about what beautiful music we could make together and go straight to 'you have any idea how I got here?'"

[like-father.livejournal.com]

And she felt that difference, and she noted it. It was odd, and not something she quite felt when she was meeting someone for the first time. And since she had grown up in the world where people weren't quite what they seemed, she always made sure to be a bit wary when something was a little off.

And honestly, this man could give her father a run for his money. Which, actually, would be quite interesting to watch with the younger version of her father in the bar and all.

"Because the Bar wanted you here," Lian answered plainly, a smile twiching at the corner of her lips. "No one really knows how it works, but it seems to pull people at random. Or so it seems."

[always-thirsty.livejournal.com]

He nods, obviously thinking as he looks around.

"So...bar. At the end of the universe."

He shrugs.

"Well, if everything was going to shit, I guess I would want a beer too."

[creator_raven]

"Your apartment is most likely where you still left it."

There is a raven, perched on the back of a chair.

[always-thirsty.livejournal.com]

"Well, it's not actually my apartment."

He looks at the Raven for a minute.

"And, uh, you looking for a skull to perch on or anything? I might just know someone you could go into business with."

[creator_raven]

Raven tilts his head.

"Is that relevant? I rarely perch on skulls, you see. Except for ones that still have eyes. They are tasty."

[always-thirsty.livejournal.com]

He thinks for a moment before shaking his head.

"Nah, Bob probably wouldn't be up your alley then."

He looks around for a moment before looking at the Raven.

"So, uh, talking bird. How's that working for you?"

[creator_raven]

"It works well enough, I think. Though it is not strictly accurate."

The bird flutters his feathers idly, and practices balancing on one leg.

This doesn't last long.

[always-thirsty.livejournal.com]

"Not strictly accurate in what way?"

He's curious.

[creator_raven]

"I am not a bird, really."

[always-thirsty.livejournal.com]

He nods.

"That's cool. I can deal with that."

Then he looks at the bird again.

"So, what are you then?"