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milliways_bar2005-12-20 09:05 pm
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The door slides open.
The blonde, stocky guy that enters isn't tossing a dinosaur from hand to hand. (Thank you, crutches.) But, as the door shuts with a bang behind him, he's whistling, tuneless but cheerful, as he takes a seat on one of the couches and orders dinner from a passing waitrat.
A few days from now, it'll be New Year's.
And today, exactly a year ago by Milliways reckoning, a pilot walked into a bar at the end of the 'verse for the first time.
Happy Milliversary, Wash.
The blonde, stocky guy that enters isn't tossing a dinosaur from hand to hand. (Thank you, crutches.) But, as the door shuts with a bang behind him, he's whistling, tuneless but cheerful, as he takes a seat on one of the couches and orders dinner from a passing waitrat.
A few days from now, it'll be New Year's.
And today, exactly a year ago by Milliways reckoning, a pilot walked into a bar at the end of the 'verse for the first time.
Happy Milliversary, Wash.