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milliways_bar2004-07-14 06:10 pm
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*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 sundryexcept 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.
*He hesitates, then raises his hands for attention*
Good evening, ladies, gentlemen, ethereals, immortals, fates, muses, gods, all, and sundry
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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Lady Hero for you, perhaps?
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You wanted a word, Mr. Black?
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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*
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*stares at Sirius as if he has risen from the grave*
*thinks* So that's Black...
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*slightly unsettled by young woman staring at him*
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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?
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*blinks*
I'm working, miss. But um.... *ducks into the kitchen* Here's some crumpets and -- *flicks wand* Some tea -- loose leaf or bagged?
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I think I might like a whole flock of pink ladies. I've been dry for almost sixty years, and have a powerful thirst.
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*subtly reaches for extra-large shaker*
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except for Tom Riddle and AJ Crowley they can have a bad evening for all I care.OOC: BWA HA HA HA HA
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You look a bit like Sappho and Kalos -- them the ones you're talking about?
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Would you mind giving me any thing off tap?
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You look a little young for anything stronger than --
Ginny?
Weasley is that you?
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*scoops out some paradox and adds on some sarcasm*
Shall I start you a tab?
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Good evening, Mr Black. Could I trouble you for a glass of wine? I decidedly need nothing stronger.
*looks around the room*
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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*
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*holds up something that looks exactly what an onion ring doesn't look like* Try one?
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Any particular reason you'd like to know, M'Lady?
*begins mixing a creme de menthe in anticipation of the Lady's order*
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