06 August 2014 @ 01:58 pm
Bill is dead-dog tired.

He didn't even care when the front door opened to Milliways instead of the house, because there was work to be done at home, too.

Milliways gives him a chance to catch a nap at least, before he gets to wrestling with the damned garbage disposal again.

That explains why there is currently a sheriff parked in an armchair near the fireplace, cap pulled over his eyes, and sawing logs.

What it doesn't explain is why said sheriff is missing a shoe.

Sometime between flopping down in the chair and closing his eyes and now his left shoe has gone missing.

It'll be fun when he notices it. Or not.

[ooc: for car keys, but open to everyone until it scrolls.]
11 March 2014 @ 07:58 pm
It's late, and Bill should be sleeping but he's wired like a lunatic right now thanks to one of those stupid energy shot drinks the new guy down at the gas station got him to try earlier today.

He'd needed a boost, not an adrenaline shot.

Kate's asleep, and the last thing Bill wants to do is keep her awake with his restless energy, so he slipped out into Milliways for a spell.

Hoping for a come down, he's near the fireplace with a cup of decaf splashed with bourbon, and a newspaper. He'd been after the funnies section, but Kate and her damn pen got to it before him, so he's trying to solve her unfinished crossword instead.

It's only slightly less frustrating than trying to make sense of the cartoon word bubbles garbled by the ink bleed thru on the other side.

[ooc: open until it scrolls]
01 March 2014 @ 09:00 pm
Bill's days have been up and down and busy throughout, which makes him glad for a Saturday night off.

The other boys weren't up for an evening at the lodge, so Bill's glad to find a door into Milliways. It sure beats drinking alone on the back porch.

Settling at the bar he orders a beer and a slice of pecan pie.

Taking a drink he surveys the bar; looking for familiar faces, but not against meeting anyone new.
31 July 2013 @ 12:20 pm
There's a tiger hunting in the lake - sitting coiled on a rock outcropping, motionless, until some hint of fin or tail catches her eye, and she launches into the water, claws outstretched. It's a quick swim from there to the shore, sometimes with a fish clamped in her jaws, to return to her rocky outcropping to enjoy her prize and wait for the next one.

(OOC: Yesterday was international tiger day. Have a tiger!)
03 July 2013 @ 01:17 pm
Time is always fun in Milliways, hard to measure, harder to track. The time Bill has been out in his world hasn't been nearly as long as the time he's been gone from the bar.

Which is why it's such a huge surprise when seven cakes pop up on the counter when the sheriff tries to order a drink.

"Seven months? Are you serious?" In answer, a glass of milk appears, along with the required usual Hello Kitty plates and forks.

Bill sighs but doesn't complain, instead pulling off his cap and taking a seat.

"Mind if I get a cup of coffee instead of the milk?" he asks. Bar complies and Bill serves himself a hunk from one of the cakes.
27 January 2013 @ 08:42 pm
He's sitting at a table with a good view of the bar, taking time to look through a pair of leather saddlebags that sit on the tabletop; anything that he intends to take with him when he heads out tomorrow morning needs to be checked over. His knife needs to be sharpened; the boxes of ammunition need to be inspected; his foodstuffs need to be packed away so that they won't spoil; maps need to be examined and a route plotted.

At the moment, he's got a pair of his corduroy trousers spread out, and is working on stitching a patch into the side of the right thigh, mending a good-sized tear.

There's a bourbon on the rocks sweating at his elbow as he works; he's finished half of it so far, but give him time. He'll get through it.

[Open until I say it's not; I'll be putting Doc out for some OOMery soon and this is your chance to catch him before he heads out.]
26 January 2013 @ 09:10 pm
It's been a long day at home, and even though he hasn't been in Milliways in awhile, Bill is keeping it simple tonight.

Beer and a burger with fries.

He's out of uniform, but is working on a report as he eats. If he finishes this here now he can work on the 10,000 other things he has to do at work tomorrow.

It's not something he's real thrilled about, though, and so a distraction probably wouldn't be unwelcome.
11 December 2012 @ 01:33 pm

[oom: "Evening, Sheriff Pardy."]

[ooc: warnings for adult content, ptsd, and um, more adult content.]
07 October 2012 @ 08:31 pm
Earlier, the door opened to let in a patron, who took the relative quiet of the bar as an opportunity to slip through the main room unnoticed. After a check of the stables, which including looking in on all the stock and ordering a batch of supplies, he'd gone over some paperwork and his 'mail' at the bar (including the note from Will about the falcon residing in a quiet stall, which he probably should have bothered to check before coming across the bird on his own) and then headed upstairs.

When he comes down tonight, he's dressed warmly, and finds an open booth with a seat that will put his back to the wall and give him a relatively good vantage point of the room. The chill in the air and the few months he's spent out in the 'real world' are motivation plenty for old habits to flare back to life.

He places an order for a mexican hot chocolate and pulls a small notebook and pen from his pocket, and begins to write - though most of his focus is on the room around him, and not the words being inked onto the page.

[Open until I say otherwise, thought with being moved, I'd try to refresh a quieter voice...]
06 October 2012 @ 09:06 pm
It's been a long time.

Well, let's rephrase that: it's been a long time since Beckett's been in the Bar, if there's anyone who's been paying attention. But it feels like an eternity for Beckett too, considering she's also the one still on the mend.

Getting shot is a little difficult to bounce back from, no matter how hard she tries - and pushes, against the doctor's orders. The scar itself is easily hidden, but there are deeper, more psychological ones that can't be so simply buried.

But the Bar pops up in the unlikeliest of times - and coincidentally, right when Beckett seems to need it most.

So she'll stay, and she'll have a drink or two.

At least for now.

[It's been a while! Recent episodes have me feeling nostalgic. Open for tags until otherwise stated.]
05 July 2012 @ 08:34 am
Kate went out for a run with deputy Bradley this morning, and so Bill is on his own for breakfast.

She offered to be back in time to get it, but he declined and left early before she was home.

Still out of uniform until he arrives at the station, Bill steps into Milliways expecting the local diner. Deciding to go ahead and stay, he takes a seat at a table and orders from a passing waitrat.

A few minutes later he has a cup of coffee, plate of bacon and eggs and a copy of the Wheelsy Register.

The front page article headline reads "Meth hotline going live". Bill barely gives it a glance before opening the paper and shuffling back to the sports page, checking up on how the Earl Bassett High football team is doing.
10 June 2012 @ 04:53 pm
[ oom: "Confiscate some evidence today?"

"Nope. I got that from Raylan."

" -- what?" ]
28 May 2012 @ 07:31 pm
It's been nearly a month since Raylan crash landed into Wheelsy and then disappeared, and neither Bill nor Kate has had any contact with the bar since.

So tonight, when it picks him up as he's leaving the station, Millways takes Bill completely by surprise.

Out of uniform, and feeling the day more than a little, Bill takes in his surroundings and sighs.

"'Bout damn time."

Now to figure out what the hell happened here, and who's left after it.

[ooc: Aaaand, sleepy times have come. Aww 3-day weekend, why you gotta be over? It's been forever and a day, so this is totally open until it's off the front page. :D ]
23 March 2012 @ 11:20 pm
[ oom: "Christ, Raylan, what the hell happened?"

"I wish I could say for sure." ]

27 February 2012 @ 07:18 pm
[ oom: "Wheelsy Sheriff's Department, this is Nancy."

"Nancy, this is Doris Freeda.
I'm callin' to report a dead body in my marigolds."

26 January 2012 @ 01:09 pm
Ben Wade is greeted with a handful of surprises when he enters the bar.

One is delicious.

Another is unexpected, to say the least.

And the last, well. He never minds this particular request so much.

"Happy to," he tells the counter, while he withdraws what's sure to be a spectacular cherry tart from the basket at his elbow. "As long as you don't mind me askin' a favor of you."

A napkin appears.

"Now that's just lewd," he says, smirking. "Flattered as I am, I'll have to say no, ma'am. What I need is for you to hold on to a couple things for me -- if you'd be so kind, of course."

Moments later, Ben's signature black hat and his infamous gun are in Bar's care, where they'll remain for the next few weeks, if not months.

He gives the bartop an affectionate half-smile before rounding the counter, rolling up his shirtsleeves as he goes.

Not long afterward, the specials board bears his uniform scrawl.

milk punch
bourbon coffee

While he waits for customers, he helps himself to that tart -- which is, predictably, delectable -- and a glass of milk punch.

[ ooc: open for business all day and most of the evening, y'all. have at! and we're closed for the night, as of 11:03 p.m. EST — thanks for tagging, everybody! I'll pick up slows asap tomorrow for all who want 'em. ]
24 December 2011 @ 02:01 pm
Christmas has never been a holiday of Demeter's but it is one for many people she knows. That means that today she enters holding baskets and bags full of treats for those she cares for. All of them are dropped at the Bar and instead of a signature simply have a golden sheaf of wheat in the from section.

Felix and Louis, Kate and Bill, Ben Grimm, Teja, Urquhart, Carlotta, Gordon and Alyx, Adrian Shephard, Sunshine, Malcolm Crowe )

Once they're dropped, she smiles and disappears out her door once more as there are parties to attend in France.

(OOC: If I have forgotten anyone that Demeter might gift, consider them given a loaf of bread or some desserts.)
31 October 2011 @ 10:18 pm
"Can you get the cow down?"


"No y'can't shoot it! Someone figured a way t'get it up on that roof y'can figure one on how t'get it off."

Ending his call as he walks through the door, Bill shakes his head and sighs.

"Jesus Christ."

It only takes him a moment to realize he's walked into Milliways, and less than that to make a quick turn back around for the door, but even so, he's too late.

The door closes and winks out of existence, and Bill's uniform is replaced by a costume.

Bill takes quick stock of himself and gapes.

"What the hell is this?!"
26 October 2011 @ 11:52 pm
When Doc makes his way into the bar, he's tracking mud and snowslush off his boots onto the floorboards but he doesn't care. The door swings shut on Deadwood and he makes his way carefully towards a darkened corner, waving at a waitrat to bring him another whiskey.

(He might as well finish the night off in the bar, he figures.)

He leans back on the bench once he's settled in the booth, closing his eyes and exhaling. He's feeling good -- really good, thanks to the drink he had with dinner and the small bottle of laudanum he got from the dentist after he'd stopped in to see the man about a toothache that had cropped up.

(His tooth didn't really hurt, but if the man knew it, he didn't seem to care. He was getting paid regardless.)

The rat brings his whiskey and Doc downs half the glass before lighting up a cigarette, watching the crowd through a hazy blur of smoke and motion.

[Open for days! He's botherable, even if a little out of it, LOL.]