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*Glances down the abr at Tonks, nodding absently*

You all right?

*she shrugs, and smiles half-heartedly*

Eh. It's been a long day. You?

*Ruffles his hair.*

Long night. Someone torched the bar.Woke me up.

*she starts*

Torched the -- what?

*Sighs.*

Some guy in a vaguely military outfit used something high tech to burn the bar. Bernard got rightly upset, which woke me up, and i came and did bouncy boy thing and dragged mister offender before bernard....

*Tonks visibly relaxes*

Oh, bollocks, Tim. I thought you were talking about yet another torching incident. I was there last night, remember? Healed him myself.

*blinks, closes his eyes and flushes.*

I'm sorry luv, i'm still a little out of it.

*she grins wanly*

'Sall right. I know the feeling all too bloody well.

Doing okay, though, on the whole?

*absently musses his own hair.*

On the whole? Yeh.... doin better. thinkin we either need a greeter, or the rules posted publicly somewehre... some kind of explanation waiting for people....

Not a bad idea. Maybe you should suggest as much to Bernard next time you see him. We certainly do seem to be getting more and more newcomers every day.

*does a quick head count.*

No kiddin.... Might actually have to expand the rules....

Well, just as long as everyone remembers that the bar itself is not to be messed with, and the no-business rule, we should be all right.

Er. Maybe.

See, that the thing. People tend to misinterpert no violence as No violence aginst living people.... They don;t know about the abr...

*absently strokes said object.*

Yes, we do need to make it abundantly clear that hurting the bar means hurting Bernard....or else they'll be answering to me, and quite a few other people.

See...

*deep sigh*

The only problem with that is, well, we have some rather nasty customers. Coughtoddcough. And I'm not sure letting thart be common knowledge is...uhm... wise? Especially if someone dcides they want to start testing how that works? Sorry, i tend to see the downs ide of things... but yes, doin't damage the bar needs to be in the rules....

Well, look at it this way. If anyone does decide to test it, they'll have several infuriated magic users and a couple of enraged ethereals to reckon with.

*A slight smile*

Way too true. But theres also the fact that, well. i think we need an actual, uhm, codified list of, uh, punsihments? er...deterents so to speak.

*she looks thoughtful*

Certainly worth talking over with Bernard, I'd say. I'm sure he'd be all in favor of minimizing his chances for grievous bodily harm.

*nods.*

Deffently. You know make a list... "Fight, the bar stops serving you, try and kill someone in a fit of rage, confined to room till rage passes, ploot to then try to kill someone? get turned to stone. Fuck with the abr, you get bloooown up.

*grins wryly*

And I'm sure Bernard would be happy to take care of that last bit personally.

S'actually why i mentioned it..... I've, er, heard things.

*Embaressed grin.*

I wouldn't worry about it, Tim. *grins* He's got his dynamite locked up, for the time being, and Fleur and I and the others help keep his temper in check. Thank goodness.

Yeh... he took the issue last night rather easily.

*Scratches his head, looking away.*

Wow... they just keep pouring in...and i even saw some giant robots in ehre the other night... make ya wonder.

It certainly does. Heaven only knows who'll turn up next.

*she smiles*

Well, Tim, I hope you have a lovely evening...I'm going to go check and see what Crowley's up to.

*nods.*

See ya later hun.

*Yrael nods at Tonks in greetings, smiling in a bored way.*

Yrael! We've not talked in ages, how are you?

*he grins at her* I am well, Tonks, thank you. I am happy here.

*he motions with his drink, an Atomic Cat, at her* And you? How fare you?

Me? Oh, I'm doing all right, considering...the war, and all.

*he frowns slightly* The war still goes on for you, then. I had forgotten how short a time passed in my absence.

Would you like a drink, Tonks? *he sips his own drink, thinking* Does it go well, your war?

*she holds up her Firewhiskey with a smile* Thanks, I'm all set.

It goes...as well as can be expected, I think. Not perfectly, of course, but our side's better off now than we were even a few weeks ago. So there's something to be said for that.

*smiles blandly* The only war that goes perfectly is the one that never happens.

*he smirks at her* I am glad your war is going well, even so.

*she nods, staring into her glass*

Yeah, isn't that the truth.

But thanks. It's going to be a long fight, I haven't any delusions about that.

Then I hope your fight is as long as the war, Tonks.

I'll be there as long as I have the strength left to stand. And maybe even a while after that.

*he raises his drink, solemnly* To your continued strength, then.

*she raises her own glass and clinks it softly against his before taking a drink*

Thanks, Yrael.

*he smirks* It was good seeing you again, Tonks. We go too long between meetings, you and I. I will try and make sure we do not go so long until the next time we talk together. I hope to see you soon.

*he finishes off his drink and sets the cocktail glass on the bar, where it disappears* Good night, Tonks. I wish you the best possible luck for your war.

You're right, is has been too long. Come find me any time, Yrael.

*she smiles as he walks away*