(no subject)

[be-holden.livejournal.com]

*standing behind bar*


To go with Gil's specials we have a 1985 Opus One Red, or a 1995 Mersualt de Beaune. I don't know what those are but the Bar tells me they are good.

Can I get anyone anything?

Comments

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

*Val wanders up with a smile.*

Lookin' good, Holden. Congrats on the promotion, by the way.

[be-holden.livejournal.com]

Hey, thanks! Wanna a glass of wine?

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

*Val chuckles, eyes twinkling a bit*

Well no thanks on the wine, but you -could- get me a hot tea. That would be nice.

[be-holden.livejournal.com]

Earl Grey okay?

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Sounds wonderful. As long as its caffienated and hot, it'll hit the spot.

*She looks a bit sheepish*

I stayed up a bit too late last night.

[be-holden.livejournal.com]

That happens a lot - especially round here.

*returns from kitchen with pot of tea, cup, saucer, cream, sugar bowl, with tiny silver tongs, and a plate of toasted crumpets with butter and jam*

I can't just grab a cup of tea from this kitchen. Ratty and Gil say it isn't proper unless it comes like this.

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

*Val laughs brightly, pouring some tea into the cup and sipping it for a moment before munching a crumpet*

Mmmm. Nice.

My brother and I had a nice long-overdue talk last night, so yeah. We talked thorough a lot of stuff that we should have years ago.

[be-holden.livejournal.com]

Everyone in here seems to be having family issues. Guess it is good Gil brought out the comfort food tonight.

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow approaches, smiling*
I think I'll try the pheasant. How have you been?

[be-holden.livejournal.com]

Nervous about bar tending.

*goes into kitchen and returns with plate and silverware rolled into a white linen napkin*

Are you going to eat at the bar or do you have a table? And hey how are you?

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

I'm fine right here, thanks. Don't worry, you'll do fine.

Things have been going wonderfully for me. Bigby's here.

[be-holden.livejournal.com]

I know this is going to sound stupid -

*sets plate on bar and lays out silverware*

who is Bigby?

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

It's a long story. Bigby is Millie and Wade's father.

*begins eating, but can still speak between mouthfulls*

[be-holden.livejournal.com]

Oh. But um - is he er, - oh, nevermind.

That must be nice for you, um and them.

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

Hm? What were you going to ask?

He's taken over Millie's hunting lessons, and he's been getting along wonderfully with both of them.

*munches another tidbit*

[be-holden.livejournal.com]

[ooc: which one should I reply to?]

[son-of-amber.livejournal.com]

*empties pitcher into glass* Another pitcher of beer'd be nice.

[be-holden.livejournal.com]

*nods and refills pitcher*

Would you like anything to eat with all that beer?

[son-of-amber.livejournal.com]

*fills glass* Nope. I'd have asked for it if I did.

*drains glass and refills*

*second glass remains full*

[be-holden.livejournal.com]

You're welcome.

[son-of-amber.livejournal.com]

*grunts, then takes another drink*

Might as well set up another pitcher while you're at it.

[be-holden.livejournal.com]

Okay. *grabs new pitcher* Something the matter, mister?

[son-of-amber.livejournal.com]

*Corwin pours another beer, his eyes never leaving the glass.*

Sorry, man. Rough day is all.

It's my sister's birthday.

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

*walks to the bar and sits on a stool and waits until he's not busy to speak*