Happy Hour

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard escapes the sickroom by the skin of his teeth.

His hair's a little sticky-uppy.

He strides behind Bar and takes a deep breath.

"Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour.

"Specials are a dirty vodka martini, a tequila sunset, and--" he shrugs, "--a cosmopolitan."

He rubs his eyes tiredly.

"What'll you have?"

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[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine's doing better, though her eyes are still red and her hair isn't quite as neat as usual. "Good even, Bernard," she says pleasantly. "How are you faring?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Well, they make a pretty picture together. Whee!

"Elaine, hey." He sighs. "Tired. You?"

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

"Fairly tired myself. This is my own fault, of course. I'll bet Bar doesn't serve me alcohol ever again."

She pats Bar, as if to say there are no hard feelings about that.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Been overindulging?"

No, Bar hasn't told him.

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Jack's heard of Bernard of course; kind of hard not to connect the name to the face after the bar's largest wedding. Not to mention that a member of security staff should, at the very least, know the Barman.

So needless to say, when he sees the shock of red hair bobbing around behind the bar, he heads over. Besides, he needs a drink.

"Can if get a rum and coke, please?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Hee. Bobbing. Like an apple in a barrel.

...I have too much time on my hands.

Bernard walks over, a little rumpled, a lot tired, and a really really lot relieved to be out of the house.

"Hey, sure." He starts to mix it up. "Jack, right?"

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Jack nods. "Yeah, Bernard, right? I figured considering I'm on Security I should finally say hi. Very late congratulations on the wedding by the way."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

He sticks out a hand to shake.

"Good to meet you, finally. And thanks. We liked it."

[balletrat]

I think I need something sort of alcoholic, *Meg says wryly, coming over to the bar, and then blinks.*

- you okay?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Nymphadora's got the flu, so it's been a little crazy at home." He sighs and runs his fingers through his hair, messing it further. "What'll you have?"

[balletrat]

- I can imagine, *Meg says, ruefully.*

Er. I don't know? Something with alcohol in? And - alcohol?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

He cocks an eyebrow and mixes up a double martini. Extra olives.

"Here."

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie and Susannah have been tucked into a table near the Bar, eating dinner; now Eddie's finished his Coke and is looking for a refill.

"Hey, bossman," he says with an easy smile.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Eddie." Bernard shoots him a tired smile.

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie sets his bottle down on the Bar, where it gradually refills with caffeinated goodness.

"You look like you haven't slept in a week. Has Sunny started dating or something?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard snorts.

"Worse. Nymphadora has the flu."

[inquisitivehero]

"Greetings, Bernard."

A rather cofused and tired looking Hank McCoy comes over to the Bar and nods to the Barman.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Hank."

Bernard's rather worse for the wear, himself.

"What can I get you?"

[inquisitivehero]

"A very simple beer, whatever you would reccomend. it has been, I think, a very long day."

He sighs as he settles in a seat more securely.

[young_tmriddle]

Tom is only in the bar a few minutes, but he has time to say hello to Bernard.

"Hullo, there. How's the patient? Better, I hope?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Worse." A dark look. "And I thought I was a pain."

[young_tmriddle]

"Not too much worse?"

[mnt_raph]

Boss.

*Raph, having just waded his way through the crowd, nods at Bernard. He's carrying a brown paper bag. Be afraid.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Raph."

A beer is plunked on the bar in front of him.

[mnt_raph]

Playin' my tune, thanks.

*His head tilts to one side.*

You look like hell.