milliways_bar | Entries tagged with goldilocks

[I'll just be a minute, Leslie], Steph calls, in very bad Swahili, backing through the door carrying a huge bundle of cloth.

The cooler air inside the bar makes her pause, turn, and grin. She dumps the blankets right outside the door, pushes it shut, and heads right on over to the Bar.

Where a napkin greets her.

"Good evening to you, too," Steph tells the gleaming wood fondly.

Happy Hour Specials

Summer Dreams
Midori melon liqueur, Orange juice, Lemon juice, Ice

Pineapple Bomber
Amaretto, Southern Comfort, Pineapple juice

Mango Orange Smoothie
Mango, Orange, non alcoholic

"All right, Milliways."

Short blonde smiling teenager, leaning on the counter.

"What'll it be?"

headed4hell

Grace saunters out of Captain Perry's office, already tapping a cigarette from her pack, and tries not to smile. The guys are all looking at her, thinking she's in trouble with their new boss. Quite the opposite. Perry's an old friend from Vice and if Grace loved laughter any less, she'd warn Butch about being all UT in her face, at least for awhile; but he’s been a big boy in a unit full of Sooner fans for years now. It'll be entertaining.

She shoulders open the door to Major Crimes, then the stairwell, and mutters a half-hearted curse. Milliways. A few days without Earl’s making her soft. Whatever, it’s still a bar. Better to smoke with a drink than without one.

When Bar gives her the note, Grace tosses back her head and laughs. She looks at it again; laughs again.

"Sure thing. I could use time to think."

Because pouring drinks in between drinking her own will help her figure out why the motel manager got dead in one of his guest rooms. Obviously. Pushing her hair back, she pulls some not-so-random drink ideas from the proffered book and goes to work on the specials board.

HAPPY HOUR!

Absolut Hell
Holy Water
Jack and coke
and
Shots of Yukon Jack

Dance with the bartender, get a free shot. Bartender's choice.

Smirking, Grace rummages around behind Bar until she finds the sound system remote and cranks the volume to almost too loud. The classic rock already playing suits her fine. Time to shake up this place, she thinks. Time to shake Earl loose.

"Belly up, people. What'll be?"

(tiny tags: Grace Hanadarko, Cal Chandler, Michael, the Pirate King)

k_in_black

The Door swings open and in strides a familiar face who hasn't been seen lately. Agent K doesn't miss a step but he's smiling by the time he reaches Bar and takes a seat.

"Been a while, Darlin'," he says as he pats Bar and a bourbon appears before him.

He looks over his shoulder at the rest of the bar and shakes his head. "Still haven't blown themselves up yet. Will wonders never cease."

[tags: Bar, Darryl "Mother" Roskow]

alwaysroomforhope

It's late at night, which means it's the perfect time for ex-vigilantes to be up and about. This particular young, cheerful, heavily scarred one is yawning as she comes down the stairs, still squeezing water out of her hair from the shower, wearing the kind of amazingly-comfortable faded sweats that will never win a fashion award.

She settles at the counter and asks, plaintive and sleepy, "Pancakes? Lots of pancakes?"

... it's a hard knock life, here.

magick-willow.livejournal.com

Willow settles herself in a quiet corner booth to think and make notes about the herbs she needs to pick up the next time she's in the real world. She grabs a fruit punch on her way in.

mnt_raph

[OOM: In Raph's vernacular, that S#$& ain't Right.]

There's a loud crash as the front door to the Main Bar is kicked open with zero regard to maintaining structural integrity, and a mass of limbs and torsos spills on to the floor. One of eight legs some how manages to work itself free and kicks out, slamming the door shut again.

Gradually, the four people on the floor detangle themselves enough to look around. The three youngsters seem utterly shell-shocked, and the man? Well let's just say that he's not looking too great either.

Welcome to Milliways, Sons of Adam and Daughter of Alanna; Triplets of Olau.
Oh...and it's good to see you again too, Uncle Raph.

the_lioness

[OOM: A new threat.]

Usually Alanna finds herself in Milliways when she's in a hurry or has pressing business. Tonight is a marked contrast. She’s straddling a chair at the table she used to consider her favorite and staring thoughtfully at a long feather. The most remarkable thing about the scene is the feather itself, with its silvery flash of thin metal and razor sharp edges. Alanna pulls on an amethyst studded gauntlet to carefully turn it over; slips it off to take a drink. Out of habit, her other hand stays near her sword.

Numair is resting, and since she’s unlikely to get his story out of him while he’s unconscious, Alanna is using the stolen time to puzzle over this newest enemy of the realm. The wait rats obligingly keep the hot cider coming.

untiedtheknots

Artemis is in a booth with a nifty sticker and nachos. You are welcome to ask her about either.

Mary Anne, on the other hand, is at a table and has neither sticker nor nachos. She does, however, have a margarita in a glass the size of a fishbowl. (It's also bright blue.) She's not sure why Bar thought she needed one this big, but she's giving it the old college try. There's also some extra straws sticking out of it, if anyone's interested in sharing.

[ooc: two pups, one mun! The milliversary post that didn't make it up last night b/c of internet connectivity death! Tag either of the girls; wide open through Tuesday.]

3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com

((OOM. Goldy doesn't pull any punches in a post-coital chat with her latest lover, one Barney Stinson. Being a well-seasoned player himself though, he busts her 'use and discard' game before she gets around to kicking him out. And from there a beautiful alliance is formed.))

[tiny tag: Barney Stinson]

notapurpledino.livejournal.com

The Barney that stumbles in through the door is wearing a laser tag vest and totes a laser tag 'gun' in one hand.

"...huh," he says.

"This is not how I normally get here."

[legendary tiny tags: Barney Stinson, Teddy Altman]

k_in_black

The Door bursts open, but instead of the anticipated Agent K, a rather distinctive-looking, short, grey, thin-limbed alien with large eyes comes hurtling into view, only to stop in mid-air with a tremendous WHAP!! as it reaches the doorway.

Kind of as if the Landlord went, "Reeejected!!"

"C'mere, you," K growls as he grabs the Grey and basically peels it off the invisible barrier blocking it from Milliways. The Man in Black flings the Grey away from him and several flashes of pulse blaster fire flicker into the bar, followed by a tremendous BOOOOM!!!.

A moment later, K reappears in the doorway, facing his world long enough to shout, "And stay out!!" before turning around, slamming the Door shut behind him, and dusting himself off in disgust as he heads over to Bar.

"A double of Eli Lockhart's, Darlin'. Some people just cannot take a hint."

bring_a_sponge

[OOM: These days a Man in Black can't even have a bagel in his own cafeteria without people yammering at him about one damn thing or another.

Or so Agent Zed discovers when Duo Maxwell comes storming in with Grave Accusations.

(Featuring a special appearance by a certain ~~dark and shrouded~~ blonde and stylish part-time Agent.)]

mnt_raph

Anyone with an ear for 1980's Heavy Metal will recognize the dulcet tones of Metallica's Ride the Lightning wafting through the propped open door to the Staff Hallway. They might also catch a wiff of a the delicate blend of axel grease and cigarette smoke.

Raph has returned to his once bedroom/holding cell and current Milliways Gym to get his hands dirty on a project he started a long ass time ago. As it wouldn't do to return to Tortall covered in grease, Raph has stowed his breeches and tunic in favor of more contemporary garb. Steel toes have never felt so good. Neither have tank tops and army pants.

Visitors are welcome, and if they ask nicely he might even share one of his beers.

It's good to be home, for a given level of home.

bring_a_sponge

[OOM: Two weeks in the making, it's Zed's worst nightmare come true: the MiB invaded by Milliways.

~~It's enough to make a guy miss Black Oil.~~

Oh, he was fine with Nita Callahan becoming the bureau's new intern. But he can't even get through her interview before two unexpected new recruits barge in. And that's when everything goes straight to hell.

On the other hand, there is an interplanetary war that needs dealing with.]

3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com

((OOM. During some afternoon sunbathing, Goldy makes another feathered friend. A nickname is mooted, a criminal back story is shared, and a face is revealed!))

k_in_black

Agent K comes strolling in, bearing a shiny black object in his hand. It's flat, and looks very much like a clipboard. He sets it on Bar as he takes a seat and orders a glass of Old Eli.

He could do with a little people watching. Or watching whatever the hell decides to walk by.

raptorcanaria

Normally, Dinah's closet door opens into a closet. This is normal and to be expected and something which, frankly, she takes for granted.

Today, it opens on a bar.

From the point of view of someone sitting in the bar, the front door opens, a black haired, blue eyed teenage girl peers in, and then she shuts the door without coming in.

There's a pause.

(During which, she's tested the door; knocked on it; studied it; wandered downstairs to see if her Mom's around and is expecting a magic bar in her daughter's bedroom; looked for some way of signalling the Justice Society to ask them; failed on both fronts; come upstairs again; checked her hair in her dressing room mirror and...)

She opens the door again, steps into the bar, shuts the door behind her, immediately opens it again, goes back into her bedroom, comes back, lets the door shut again, then stands against it and looks around with self-conscious curiosity.

She's going to be in so much trouble when her Mom finds out, but she wants to know.

[tiny tag: Dinah Lance]

runmakitarun.livejournal.com

People who know Makita will recognize that look on her face. Of course the stack of weaponry spread out across her usual table might also be something of a hint.

There's currently an RKG-41 broken down on the table and she's running a wire brush around the inside of the firing chamber. Her movements are precise, but she looks ever so slightly distracted.

Time to go home.

gammagammahey.livejournal.com

It's been a long, long time since the Jade Giantess visited Milliways. This isn't by choice, of course, but things back home have gotten hectic, what with a war, a career change, and an alien invasion now in full swing.

The door opens with a BOOM, revealing a She-Hulk standing with a somewhat surprised expression on her face. This is quickly superceded by a delighted smile.

She holds a motorycycle under her left arm and a black messenger back under her right. The bike is a customized Harley Davidson Dyna Super Glide. It's big, black, evil looking, and has (naturally) tasteful purple accents. (Like all Harleys, it will undoubtedly reveal itself to be crappily tuned and obnoxiously loud.)

Gone is Jen's one piece costume, briefcase, and the lawyerly custom tailored couture. Instead, Jen wears stompy motorcycle boots, a purple and white top, and purple jeans. Although they may look deceptively casual, they're still made of unstable molecules, because in Jen's new line of work, she's now getting paid to physically apprehend bad guys.

"Jaz?" she calls out, stepping into Milliways proper. When that doesn't reveal her new Skrull partner-in-skip-tracing, she lifts the bike above her head, makes her way across the bar out the back door, and carefully stashes her bike outside. She adds a Post-It note on the gas tank that reads, in green ink, "PROPERTY OF SHE-HULK. Touch it and I'll spontaneously rehome you to somewhere in Centaurus A."

That being done, she walks back into the bar sans motorcycle and threads her way to the bar proper, taking a stool.

"One Incredible Hulk, please," she requests, flopping her messenger bag on the bar top. "Bring on the rum, proprietor entity! It's good to be back."

[Tags of tiny: Hercules, Jack Priest, Ben Grimm, AAAAAND Clint Barton!]

[[Edit: Going into slowtime, guys, as of 11:00 PM PDT. Thank you so much for all of the awesome tags and threads! New tags still welcomed, of course, for the rest of the week. <3]]

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

It's Indy's turn to work the bar tonight. He arrives from outside after a lazy afternoon by the lake, and, as he makes his way behind the counter, he removes his shades and fastens a few of the buttons on his shirt. Apparently, these actions and a quick hand wash are all that's needed to transform him from beach bum into professional bartender.

Once the preliminaries of set up are complete, he scrawls some seasonal offerings onto the chalkboard:

DRINKS SPECIALS

Mojito
Classic Pimms
Goose Island Summertime

Finally, he grabs and opens himself a bottle of the Summertime ale (under the pretense of product advertising), and makes the traditional opening call.

"It's Happy Hour, folks. What'll it be?"

3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com

The back door flies open, and in comes Goldilocks carrying a half-empty water pistol. She's running hard, and she doesn't slow up in the slightest as she charges on through the bar. Despite frequent checks over her shoulder for something or someone that is possibly pursuing her, she looks more invigorated than scared, and there seems to be definite purpose in the route that she's taking.

A few empty chairs are knocked over and an anonymous customer is shoved rudely aside before she reaches her objective, which happens to be the door to the garage elevator. Thankfully, the elevator is up. Once the doors have opened, the Fable darts inside and stabs at the correct button for the basement level. The doors start to slide shut again with that instantly recognizable THX sound effect...

[tiny-tag: assassin]

[ooc: plot-locked]

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Nine more days.

Nervous doesn't even begin to cover it. She'd almost rather go find some Daleks and attempt to deal with them with a limp noodle.

So Ace is classically failing to deal.

Today, this involves crouching up in the rafters and contemplating pouncing on those that pass below.

Failing to deal, and a whole lot nuts, yup.

(tinytag: Assassin)

(ooc: Pretend I can do math.)

3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com

It's a pleasant evening outside.

In the wake of some target practice at her private shooting range and a short jog through the woods, Goldilocks is sitting on a rock by the lake, cooling off as the sun slips behind Belar's mountains. Sneakers, yoga pants and a plain black t-shirt make up her exercise apparel, and a shoulder-slung towel and a water bottle complete the ensemble... if you don't count the sundry handguns that are concealed about her person.

[tiny-tag: assassin, jo harvelle]

3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com

She is sitting longways in a booth, looking quite friendly and approachable. She has a top shelf margarita at hand and she's picking at some chicken enchiladas, and she's keeping an idle eye on the bar at large all the while.

She is Goldilocks, and she's making no effort to hide the fact tonight.

[tiny-tag: assassin]

smart-house.livejournal.com

SARAH's in an extremely decent mood, of late.

Instead of her usual late afternoon programming, there is music coming up the concrete staircase.

[tinytag: assassin.]