[Couldn't see who was serving. If you're behind the bar, say that I didn't see you in the shadows.]

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

The door is pushed open briskly and Bartleby enters the bar. At first glance he's the angel who skulked out of the door a few months ago, with the addition of a black leather greatcoat that successfully hides his thinness. His face is carefully blank, and his eyes flicker to neither left nor right, after his first, threshold sweep of the room. He strides up to the bar, and, not immediately seeing a server, speaks straight to the bar. "Sirius around? I need to let him know I'm back."

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[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

[OOC: You're not. Helping.]

[muddypetticoats.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Dude, I have been waiting for this. You think I'm interested in helping? Right. *kicks back and munches popcorn*]

[go-between.livejournal.com]

{ooc: oh, but we're the soul of helpfulness. *giggles*pops popcorn*}

[muddypetticoats.livejournal.com]

[OOC: *pokes Richard-mun* I've got kettle corn over here... what kind do you have? Oh, and want a Milk Dud? *offers*]

[go-between.livejournal.com]

{ooc: Got butter and season salt. *nicks milkduds and kettle corn* mmmmmmmmmmmmm.}