The Bar at the End of the Universe

It's Memorial Day, which means it's about time for Lorne to show up all spiffy in his dress blues and quietly make his way to the bar, where he asks for (and receives) a glass of scotch (the quality of which is much better than he asked for).

Unasked for, he receives a small cupcake with an American flag in frosting on the top, which does its intended duty of making him smile, just a little.

"Thanks, sweetheart."

[oom: Lorne's getting really tired of having to apologize to his CO.]


The door from the infirmary leads to Milliways today, which Lorne figures is pretty typical. Keller had pushed a plastic cup of sleeping pills into his hand as he'd left, making him promise to take them if his heart rate wasn't back to normal in an hour.

How that fits into Milliways time, he has no idea.

He slides onto a school at the bar. Coffee is definitely a bad idea. Beer too.

"Can I get...something relaxing?"

He takes the cookies and milk that appear over to a chair by the fire, figuring he'll finish them off before heading to the cabin.

Sitting still that long could prove difficult.



tiny-overstimulated!tag: Evan Lorne

Sometime between coming into the bar the last time and spending several weeks in the cabin with Jack, Lorne’s door has disappeared. It bothers him less than it did the last time. (Mostly because this time there’s nothing urgent waiting for him on the other side, and he knows he’ll eventually be allowed to go back.)

When he sits at the bar to order a quick beer before heading back to the cabin, a note pops up, and since it’s been so long since he last tended, he replies with a, “Sure. No problem.”

He regrets his answer the moment he steps behind the bar. His shirt disappears, replaced with several strings of beads, and a colorful mask settles itself across his nose.

Another note pops up on next to a cake : Make up something appropriate for the specials board, please.

It could be worse. He could look like that guy. Or that one over there. All the same, he mutters, “You owe me for this,” as he pulls up the specials board.

Mardi Gras Specials
Hurricane
Mojito
New Orleans Buck
Red Stallion

½ off anything with rum

Free slice of King Cake for anyone who orders in French.*

He makes no notes about what activities he’ll be giving out beads for. He’ll leave that up to the individual patrons.


*If your pup orders in French, please provide a translation, as mun speaks only a smattering of German, which will likely be no help at all.

[ooc: Happy hour open until 8pm PST-ish. Have fun!

er...and...apologies for the very, very bad manip on the icons. I'm not so skilled at such things.]

When Lorne steps up to the bar tonight, instead of ordering a drink, he says, "Hey, sweetheart. You wouldn't happen to be wanting a rest, would you?"

A napkin pops up, and Lorne smiles. "Thanks," he murmurs and takes his place behind the bar, scribbling out a quick (and not entirely creative) specials list.

Specials
Anything that comes in a pint glass

Something's got to take his mind of the fact that he can see his door again.

Lorne is humming to himself as he steps up to the bar this evening, a pleased smile on his face. He orders a beer, and grins when a note appears with it.

"Sure thing, sweetheart," he says and hops over the bar.

After a few moments of rustling through the book, he posts the specials.


Specials
Log Cabin
Warm and Fuzzy
Sex at My House


That pleased smile is still on his face. They have a fireplace and plumbing and stairs and a floor! Once they finish the furniture, it'll be all set to move into.

He starts humming again as he waits for customers.


[ooc: Open until 10ish Pacific time or until mun drops. Whichever comes later. :)]

Building a cabin in the woods may sound romantic and picturesque, but, as it turns out, it's actually quite hard work. And they haven't even laid the foundation yet.

So it's an exhausted, but happy, major who accepts Bar's invitation to fill in yet again.


Specials:
Apricot Adventure
Apricot brandy sour
Apricot breeze
Pyramid apricot weizen


"What can I get you?"


Tiny-and-inebriated!tags: Evan Lorne, Cardea, Eisenheim

[ooc: Closed to new tags.]

[oom: It's a dirty job, but someone's got to do it. Warnings for slightly disturbing imagery.]



Lorne looks…haunted when he comes through the door. Exhausted, drained, and resigned, he makes his way to the bar.

“Scotch, double, neat,” he murmurs, and downs the glass as soon as it appears, grimacing at the burn. He sets it back down and says, “Another.” This one gets emptied in much the same way.

“Just keep ‘em coming, sweetheart,” he mumbles.

As the glass is being refilled, Lorne sniffs at his jacket and wrinkles his nose. He unzips it and drops it onto the stool next to him, picking up his glass and frowning into it.


Tinytag: Evan Lorne

[ooc: Open until it scrolls off.]