milliways_bar | Entries tagged with fleur delacour

How'd that happen?

Fleur sits herself down prettily on the bar top (yes, on it), crossing her bare feet at the ankles. She tips her head back to look at the yellow bra still hanging over the bar, giggles, and tries to take in all the other changes around the place in.

She takes out a cigarette and lights it with the tip of her wand.

"Ah, c'est la vie." And she takes a drag.

pirate_jack

Above the Caribbean inlet, a sudden disturbance fills the air.

"--ohbuggeraaaAAAAAAAaaaaAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH--"

--SPLASH!!!

Shortly afterward, Captain Jack Sparrow flounders ashore and makes his way into the bar, drenched and dripping yet wearing an oddly triumphant expression.

Said expression turns to pure shock when he finds himself presented with a towel, a bottle of rum, and a note written on a napkin.

"Luv, you can't possibly be serious--"

The rum vanishes back into the bartop.

"--hold up, I've changed me mind!"

As the bottle reappears, along with a few more for good measure, he snatches a piece of chalk and scrawls something on the specials board.

RUM!

(Stand a round for the bartender, and I'll pour yours with a free hand, savvy?)

Grinning wickedly, Jack takes his place behind the bar and waves one hand grandly at the room.

"Come one, come all, me hearties -- drinks all 'round!"

[OOC: Thanks, everyone! All threads now in slowtime as of 12:45 AM EST.]

pirate_jack

As others have noticed, it's been a wet, cold day. And although it may be perfectly typical for Scotland in the approaching winter, it's nothing like the warm rain and salt sea spray of the Caribbean.

Nothing at all.

Thus, Jack Sparrow is indoors this evening-- and not particularly thrilled about it.

Currently, with bottle of rum in hand, Jack is slouching in an armchair as close to the fireplace as he can get without actually being in it, and staring into the flickering flames as though he can see something beyond them.

leplusbeau

[OOM: Long, long ago in a galaxy far, far away... There was a whore with a heart of gold, and a man of many freckles...]

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

The front door opens, and a family enters the bar.

A blue labrador retriever, extremely excited to be around all the familiar smells, darts in ahead of them, sniffing crotches and licking knees with wild abandon.

The small blonde girl runs after her, her Very Full Froggie Backpack jostling the demon bunny who is clearly inside.

The infant in the woman's arms shouts, and then hides from the noise of the busy bar. He got used to quiet.

And the man and woman, smiling and relaxed, take their usual table, their luggage levitating home on its own.

Well.

Here they are.

maxwellsdemon02

Duo decides that sitting and reading is just not doing it for a distraction tonight. He shoves a battered manga back in his bag and pulls out a deck of cards.

Checking to make sure this isn't the marked deck, he starts to shuffle and bridge, with only a few fancy moves thrown in.

Anyone for poker?

[OOC: Locked thread, thanks!]

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

The front door opens slowly, and a man and a woman walk in.

Well.

Walk isn't really the operative term, on the man's part. He's got a black cane to match his monochromatic attire, and he's leaning on that cane almost as much as he's leaning on the woman.

But he made it home.

"Goddamn," Bernard breathes, and kicks the door closed behind them. "Never thought I'd be so happy to see this crowd of bruisers and boozers."

Ladies and gentlemen, the prodigal ex-Barman is home.

[ooc: I am at Panera, and I can't stay more than a couple of hours, so feel free to tag in, but I can't handle entire convos. Just short saying hi things for everyone but the people very close to him, if you don't mind. :)]

Current Location: Home

leplusbeau

[OOM: And life has to go on.]

leplusbeau

[OOM: Not knowing is hard. Bill and Fleur try to find some answers.]

mnt_raph

*Normally Raph doesn't pick up Saturday night shifts, but considering that he has no where else to go now that his rooftop abode has gone all blue-screeny, he's here.

He's here, and he doesn't look all that happy about it.
If you're a kangaroo in boxing gloves, beware.
Actually, even if you aren't it's probably best to tread carefully.*

thecoolone

( OOM: on the banks of the Nile, Bill makes a surprise decision )

leplusbeau

[OOM: Millitimed to yesterday, there was sweet and happy. Bill and Fleur talk and plan for things, life, and bebe.

Today, the shit hits the fan. There is a first time for everything. Even fights.]

clumsy_auror

[OOC: Earlier today, there was a Thing. A... Hexing Thing. And then there was discussion of a myriad sort.]

Supper's been cooked and eaten, and dessert's being had in the bar, tonight. The four Tonks-Wrangles emerge from the staff wing, Sunny perched atop Bernard's shoe with her arms wrapped around his leg, hitching a ride; Anthony's got a pretty sweet ride of his own, if you consider baby carriers to be pimpin'.

(And who doesn't?)

Anyway, they stop for a tray and head over to their table. The three elder T-Ws have bowls of pistachio pudding, and young Anthony is going to experience the wonderful world of mashed bananas.

[OOC: No tags to Sunny, please -- her mun is hiding from tornadoes at the moment. *sends good thoughts!*]

leplusbeau

[OOM: Earlier this week, there is a visit to the Healer. It goes...well enough.]

Current Location: London, England (The Wizarding Side)

leplusbeau

Fleur is lounging at the bar with her bare feet propped up on an empty bar stool in very little clothing. Have to enjoy it while she can! She is painting her toenails. Sparkly! No, that's the color.

It is day #4 of no smoking. She is getting jittery. And a little short tempered. There are several broken matchsticks on the bar next to her non-caffeinated, non-alcoholic, fuck all useless drink.

But her toenails are sparkly! Almost better than glitter.

[OOC: Slowtime on threads! So sorry, must sleep!]

leplusbeau

Fleur is sitting at the bar, chewing on the end of a match stick.

No, there are no cigarettes in sight! For she must quit! COLD TURKEY!

"Fuck," she mumbles as she takes the matchstick from her mouth and takes a sip of orange juice. No caffeine or alcohol either! "You know," she says to the air, "you better do something incredible. Or buy me a very nice estate in Brittany once thiz iz all done." She touches her stomach through her shirt. "...or juste be really cute. To me. I can handle that."

And goes back to chewing her match stick.

leplusbeau

[OOM: A comedy sketch a month in the making.

Fleur pays a visit to the Tonks-Wrangle flat.

There are adventures in the loo, flying turtles, toothbrush love gifts, Surprising Twists, confused red heads, and one toddler that just Really Needs To Pee.

Yes, Very Surprising Twists.

And thank you so much to everyone for this one. Thank you. ]

thecoolone

It feels as if it's been a long time since they were here. It hasn't been -- not really -- it's just that Egypt is so very far away from everything. Even though it can't possibly matter in terms of time and space and distance, seeing as how they're at the end of the universe, London simply feels closer to this place.

It's less alien, less foreign.

His arm round his lovely wife's waist, Bill Weasley opens the door to Milliways and steps in.

"After you, my love."

It's good to be back.

leplusbeau

Fleur's tongue is sticking out of the corner of her mouth as she tries to hand roll a cigarette with a local tobacco blend. Because she likes to experiment. That and Egyptians like hookah too much and never like to share with a woman. She needs a proper social smoke.

All her extra layers of clothing is piled messily in the seat next to her at the bar. Burning head scarves sounds like fun idea!

[OOC: Slowtime might happen for fun snowstorms keep threatening electricity. Sorry in advance if it happens!]

leplusbeau

[OOM: Bill and Fleur in Egypt.

Or, in other words.

Bill: ...what? Wait. What?

Fleur: WHY DO YOU NOT KNOW MY FEELINGS BEFORE I SAY THEM?!

Rated G for Goofball like behavior and S for Shockingly not full of naked and Surprisingly emotional.]

leplusbeau

Fleur is lounging about in a shirt with one button again.

Naughty witch having a one line entrance post. Very very naughty.

mnt_mike

It's nine o'clock on a Thursday
The ex-turtle 'tender shuffles by
He's got pompoms glued to his nipples
And there's no doubt that you want to ask why.

He thinks, goodness I hope no one will see
These things I've got glued to my chest.
But maybe the kilt, and the fact that I'm built...
Oh hell, I'll go give it my best.

"La di da diddy da dah.
La di diddy dah dah.
Ladies and Gentlemen. Welcome to Happy Hour.
Tonight's specials are all things Scottish.
The Bar Is Open."

leplusbeau

[OOM: From here.]

Fleur stumbles in through the front door. With someone draped over her shoulder whose face is mostly gone.

"Help!"

[OOC: Warnings for blood, gore, and violence in both the OOM and thread. Rated PG-13]

ladyfirestarter

A woman in a casual grey pantsuit is standing just inside the front door, looking about her intently with a small puzzled frown.

After a moment of studying the crowded room, she raises her head and asks in a clear, carrying voice:

"Whose mind am I in?"

Charlene Roberta McGee -- Charlie, as her daddy used to call her -- has come to Milliways.

honest-johns.livejournal.com

Alain's staked out the usual corner of the usual couch. Tea, for a change, and french fries. He's starting a new book, obtained by the usual method of asking the bar for something interesting. It's in English, this time: The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, by a man named L. Frank Baum.

So far, the little girl has just been swept up by a great wind, and dropped in a country full of slow mutants, killing an evil witch thereby.

Alain is still figuring out whether he likes this story.

Tucked into the book as a bookmark is a note the bar produced with his food.