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[pubdog.livejournal.com]

*Sirius walks in, looking vaguely as though he has been rolling in wet grass, which is not too far off the mark, but still clean and relatively tidy*

*He hesitates, then raises his hands for attention*

Good evening, ladies, gentlemen, ethereals, immortals, fates, muses, gods, all, and sundry except for Tom Riddle and AJ Crowley they can have a bad evening for all I care.

Welcome to Milliways' Happy Hour. Or Unhappy Hour, if your tastes take you that way.

Tonight on tap we have some excellent beers, I'll be making mixed drinks behind the bar, and at the request of some of our less earthbound clientele, the menu is a bit special tonight. We have some deep-fried paradoxes, a large helping of cream of cliche soup, and some hot toasted sarcasm.

Eh, don't look at me. There's the usual nuts and stuff, too. And you'd be surprised how much paradox tastes like onions. I think Gil's got them sorted now...

Bartleby, how'd things go last night?

And I want a word with Door and Crowley if anyone's seen them. And possibly Aziraphael too. Eep.

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[sweet-beatrice.livejournal.com]

Milord, how fare you this even?

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

Beatrice! *smiles* I'm all right. Been better, but I've been worse too, so no complaints. You well?

Lady Hero for you, perhaps?

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

*drags himself out of his seat, and over to the bar*

You wanted a word, Mr. Black?

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

Yeah, er. *taps fingers on bar*

All right, listen, don't smite me or anything, okay? I know I'm a mortal and you're a demon and all, that's fine, you hold the cards.

But listen, she's still having nightmares and she's hardly left my room for two days. And I really don't want to have to talk to The Landlord about what you did in here. So er.

Respectfully, please don't do it again. Because if you do I'm probably going to try to stop you, and get vapourised, and I'm not really keen on nonexistence.

*clears throat*

Deep fried paradox? *offers what looks and tastes exactly like an onion ring would not*

[goodnightjulia.livejournal.com]

*still sitting at the bar*

*stares at Sirius as if he has risen from the grave*

*thinks* So that's Black...

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

*glances over*

*slightly unsettled by young woman staring at him*

[prettymaids]

*wanders over, Miss Edith in hand*

A little puppy! Locked away, from sunshine, and then Falling, Falling, Falling through the air. Betrayed by the rat and killed by the Star.

Miss Edith would like tea and crumpets. Do you want to join us?

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

Er....

*blinks*

I'm working, miss. But um.... *ducks into the kitchen* Here's some crumpets and -- *flicks wand* Some tea -- loose leaf or bagged?

[marion-kerby.livejournal.com]

Do you know how to make a pink lady?

I think I might like a whole flock of pink ladies. I've been dry for almost sixty years, and have a powerful thirst.

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

Er...sure. On the rocks or strained?

*subtly reaches for extra-large shaker*

[young_tmriddle]

except for Tom Riddle and AJ Crowley they can have a bad evening for all I care.

OOC: BWA HA HA HA HA

[artsmartscarlet.livejournal.com]

Hot toasted sarcasm? Sounds like something Daria would like.

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

Get you a platter, miss? Comes with butter.

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

Good evening, handsome. Have you seen either of my, ahem, charming siblings?

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

*peers at you*

You look a bit like Sappho and Kalos -- them the ones you're talking about?

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

*smiles soflty and walks to the bar*

Would you mind giving me any thing off tap?

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

*peers*

You look a little young for anything stronger than --

Ginny?

Weasley is that you?

[a-mighty-pirate.livejournal.com]

Do you have any grog? Oooh, and I think I'll take some paradox and sarcasm too. Might come in handy.

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

Sure thing...*pouts out a proper mug of grog*

*scoops out some paradox and adds on some sarcasm*

Shall I start you a tab?

[wielder-00.livejournal.com]

I'll take a cup of coffee and some toast... although a paradox probably wouldn't hurt. Light on the frying, though. *pulls some bills out of her pocket*apparently you take any kind of currency? And

[muddypetticoats.livejournal.com]

*walks downstairs, sits at bar*

Good evening, Mr Black. Could I trouble you for a glass of wine? I decidedly need nothing stronger.

*looks around the room*

[wielder-00.livejournal.com]

*Dubiously takes the coffee that has appeared from the bar (again, curiouser and curiouser) and moves to sit next to a woman in dress that wouldn't look out of place in an Austen novel).*

Hello. Mind if I join you? My name's Sara Pezzini; my friends call me Pez. *tries not to jump when a plate of toast arrives next to her*

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

Coming right up, miss. *pours an elegant glass of red wine* House special red. Let me know what you think.

[kabeleced]

Out of curiosity, how do you deep-fry a paradox?

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

Very carefully and after lots of experimentation, as Gil found out.

*holds up something that looks exactly what an onion ring doesn't look like* Try one?

[green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com]

Where is Kassandra?

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

When I left her she was in the back quarters.

Any particular reason you'd like to know, M'Lady?

*begins mixing a creme de menthe in anticipation of the Lady's order*