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bloody-tired.livejournal.com

Jenny stomps in through a Door, eyes the commotion at the other end of the bar, and continues on, ignoring it. She stops in front of the bar and growls at it:

"Advil, gin, and a dish of choccy ice cream."

A margarita appears.

"Very funny. Now serve me my ice cream or I'll turn you to splinters."

A dish of ice cream appears, but it is pale green and accompanied by a slice of lime and a shaker of salt.

"I'm not bloody Constantine. I'm not fucking apologizing. What I am is bleeding on the rag, so unless you want a bloody woman with PMS turning you to paper, you'll give me my sodding order!"

Two Advil, a glass of gin, and a *large* dish of chocolate ice cream with hot fudge and chocolate sprinkles appear on the bar.

"Thank you." Jenny pets the bar approvingly and sits carefully down on a bar stool to eat her ice cream.

"You forgot the spoon!"

A spoon appears instantly.

"That's better."

Current Mood: bitchy

hard-core-dick.livejournal.com

[OOC: Pre-Milliways - sorry about that accidental post]

*Joe storms in and sees Billy and Hob talking. He brushes past them to the other side of the bar and orders a beer*

hard-core-dick.livejournal.com

[OOC: Post-Milliways]

bobby-gadling.livejournal.com

*enters looking mildly sulky, and sticks close to the bar.*

Gin and tonic.

*hunches his shoulders and stares at the bar moodily.*

tallentless.livejournal.com

*walks down the stairs, looking pathetic. Even his hair's gone flat. He goes to a deserted corner and lays down on a bench, curling up on his side*

Current Mood: tired

hard-core-dick.livejournal.com

[OOC: Pre-Milliways: Nightmare]

*Joe walks in slowly from the back of the bar, still wearing the ill-fitting clothes of the night before. He walks up to the bar and speaks quietly.*

Whiskey.

hard-core-dick.livejournal.com

[OOC: Post-Milliways]

Current Mood: tired

hard-core-dick.livejournal.com

[OOC: Pre-Milliways]

*Joe comes rushing down the stairs, panicked, and looking around the bar. When he doesn't see who he's looking for, he storms up to the bar*

Drink. Fucking strong. Don't care what.

samael-diablo.livejournal.com

*Lucifer enters with barely a glance for the rest of the room's occupants, heading straight for the bar*

*his hand flicks once and a pencil appears, weaving absently over and under his fingers as he sits and hums thoughtfully*

A glass of the house red, I think.

bobby-gadling.livejournal.com

*wanders in, still wearing the now-battered fedora. He smells slightly of rosemary and looks tired but satisfied.*

I could murder a Priest's Collar.

hard-core-dick.livejournal.com

*Jamee wanders into the bar from the area of the staff quarters, holding her hand close to her chest, but walking much more comfortably. She settles herself at the bar, a few stools down from Billy, and rests her hand gently on the bar.*

Gimme some more of that Schlivovitz.

Current Mood: accomplished

aj_crawley

( Upstairs... )

*Crowley, once again Andrea, descends the stairs and makes her way over to the bar. Returning 'The Screwtape Letters', she asks the bar for a pen and paper. She scribbles a note, folds it over, and attaches it to the notice-board*

( 'Jamee...' )

*satisfied, Crowley concentrates as the air ripples once again, leaving him himself once more. He looks around the bar fondly, committing it to memory, before picking up his jacket and leaving*

Current Mood: evil

hard-core-dick.livejournal.com

[OOC: Pre-Milliways]

*Jamee hauls the blanket up over her shoulders and wanders away from the lake and back toward the bar. She doesn't want to go inside - not back inside, where all the people are, away from the water and the quiet - but she's all out of tequila, and inside is where the liquor is. Sitting down at the bar, she orders a sandwich and a whiskey.*

hard-core-dick.livejournal.com

*Jamee watches Lucifer walk away and slumps against the bar, cradling her wrist*

hard-core-dick.livejournal.com

*Jamee wanders in from the back of the bar, hair wild and skin dirty. She sees the note left by Snow's friend, and stops dead in her tracks. She'd missed Billy. shit. shit shit shit. Stumbling over to the bar, she sits down and orders a drink, and proceeds to try and wipe the dirt from her hands*

bythebrook.livejournal.com

*Ophelia sits at a corner table, staring at Thom, her face unreadable. Ariel sits on the table, his tail lashing. He leans over to whisper in Ophelia's ear from time to time, but she only responds by stroking him distractedly.*

pubdog.livejournal.com

*Wanders in from the kitchen, looking slightly wary and a little hung-over; turning back to the kitchen as he goes* Thanks, Gil...

Good evening, all; let me welcome you to Milliways Happy Hour; Gil informs me that we have snackish food on the menu tonight; mixed nuts, chips for those that would like them, the ubiquitous fried paradoxes, fresh fruit, and assorted other goodies you can request from the bar.

Drink specials tonight are on the Mexican theme -- margaritas, tequila mixed drinks, and tequila shots, which I would hope should be safe enough given it's a Tuesday night -- try not to overindulge, everyone.

Door and Tom, if I could bend your ear a minute...Crowley too if you're around...

leplusbeau

*Fleur sways into the bar, human and now in a plain white summer dress. She plants herself at the bar and hums happily to herself.*

hard-core-dick.livejournal.com

*Jamee wanders in from the lake, clothes mussed and a blanket draped over her shoulders. She skips the bar entirely and, ignoring the rest of the patrons, goes and sits alone at a table.*

hard-core-dick.livejournal.com

*Jamee stumbles down the stairs, a vacant yet angry look in her eyes. She stumbles to the bar and can barely get out a request for a drink*

hard-core-dick.livejournal.com

*Jamee storms down to the other end of the bar, away from where she's been arguing with Snow White.*

hard-core-dick.livejournal.com

*Jamee wanders in from the back, dazed and still drunk. She settles herself at the bar*

More whiskey. No, no, no. Make it a beer.

leplusbeau

*Fleur sways into the bar after a long flight around the lake and a bit of a dip. She is now in her little white bikini. She is also still a veela, and not really in the mood to cause a great deal of chaos. Minor bits of chaos are always welcomed though. Folding her wings in close around her body, she sits at the bar.*

hard-core-dick.livejournal.com

*Jamee comes down the stairs, quietly, keeping her eyes down. She walks up to the bar and orders a drink - whisky, straight - and drinks it all down in one, before taking the glass and throwing it against the wall.*

shit.

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