The Bar at the End of the Universe

It's getting close to time for Lorne to be heading back again. But it's not yet.

'Not yet,' of course, is easier to say to himself when he's hanging out in the cabin with Jack than when he's sitting in the Bar with his door Right There.

Still. There are no emergencies waiting for him back in Atlantis. There's only a city trying to deal with the loss of its leader while adapting to life on a new planet and all the adjustments that requires.

Which makes a beer and a book and a fire in a bar a far more enticing scenario.

And company. He's almost never averse to company.


tiny!tag: Evan Lorne

Lorne had intended, the next time he was back in the bar, to head straight for the cabin (maybe stopping by the forge first to see if Jack was there), but he catches a glimpse of a calendar on his way out and stops by the bar first.

"Hey, sweetheart," he says, patting the counter. "I need a Christmas gift for Jack. Got any suggestions?"


itty bitty tag: Evan Lorne

[ooc: Open all day.]

Lorne sits down at the bar and asks for something to make invitations with.

The bar graciously* provides him with the appropriate** implements on the grounds that he help out with Happy Hour.

As such, there are two signs posted in short order. One is the specials board, quickly scribbled out:

Specials:
Half-off anything hot

The other is more colorful, and is equally quickly scribbled out. It looks about like so:




There's a stack of hand-drawn (and very accurate) maps with directions to the cabin in front of this sign.


*For a given value of graciously.

**For a given value of appropriate.



Tiny!tag: Evan Lorne

[ooc: Open until midnight-ish PST, or whenever the mun passes out.]

Lorne steps into the bar.

At least, the man who steps into the bar seems to be Lorne. It’s hard to tell.

He’s been provided with a whole new outfit for the occasion: bright orange, pleather pants; black mesh shirt; a straw cowboy hat; oversized sunglasses; and to top it all off, a pink, feather boa.

“Very funny, sweetheart,” Lorne says when he gets to the bar. “I think I’m gonna need a whiskey for this.”

Instead, a martini glass appears, filled with something disturbingly pink.

“What the hell is this?”

Up pops a napkin: It’s a cosmopolitan. It’s part of your costume.

“Brilliant,” Lorne mutters to himself and drains the drink in one long swallow. It’s…not bad, actually. “Give me another, will you?” The glass is refilled and Lorne picks it up and turns to survey the room.

He looks fabulous.


tiny!tag: Evan Lorne

[ooc: Open 'til Lorne's next EP. Also, I'm afraid I have no icons for this particular occasion. Many apologies.]

[oom: These are the sorts of adventures you can look forward to as the 2IC of a flying-spaceship-city in another galaxy.]

Lorne strides through the door into the Bar wearing a flightsuit, carrying a helmet, and looking like he’s got somewhere very important to be, and when he discovers he’s not there, he mutters, “Oh no. Not now, not fucking now,” and turns back to his door.

Which…isn’t there anymore.

His helmet gets thrown, rather violently, to the ground, and he slams his hand against the wall where his door should be. “Don’t goddamn do this to me now!”

The string of curses he lets fly is getting progressively more colorful as he goes.


Tiny-and-very-pissed-off!tag: Evan Lorne

[ooc: Open 'til it scrolls off. Warnings for likely pissiness of pup. It's likely he'll continue swearing for quite some time.]

When Lorne came in to the Bar today, he just intended to have a quick beer before seeing if he could find Jack.

But of course, Bar had other plans for him. So, there are specials.


Specials:
Night Owl Pumpkin Ale
Samuel Adams Octoberfest
Sierra Nevada Anniversary Ale
Free drinks all night to anyone who gives the bartender a homemade pumpkin pie

And an Air Force major behind the bar, ready to meet all your libationary needs.


tiny tag: Evan Lorne, Billy Kaplan

[ooc: Open until 9pm-ish PST. No new threads, please. Slowtimes on all existing threads.]