milliways_bar | Entries tagged with kibeth

OOMs Although how can you know
Who you are till you know
What you want, which you don't?
So then which do you pick:
Where you're safe, out of sight,
And yourself, but where everything's wrong?
Or where everything's right
And you know that you'll never belong?

On the Steps of the Palace Into the Woods

(OOC: Dialogue and Action from Lirael, many thanks to

yakalskovich for NPCing Dog and be warned, slight time jump between two OOMs and spoilers for the end of Lirael.)

making-trouble.livejournal.com

Kibeth, sitting in an armchair, drinking a Black and Tan.

Her dress is even less decent than usual, tonight.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith's not certain what Kitty's plans for Edmund entail, but the phrase Won't be back for a while probably means it's gonna be good fun for both of them.

Never one to stand in the way of romance or intercourse, she has agreed to take Ed's bartending shift for the night.

Which is why she's behind the bar, clad in a very short red leather miniskirt and matching (backless) halter top, nervous and trying to hide it.

The specials board reads as follows:

Pyro

Nitro

Mad Bomber

Absent Friend

Non-alcoholic Special: Hot chocolate

What'll it be?

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

[Out of Milliways: Indy's room]

lastgunslinger

Shor'boots clump down the stairs.

The man whose feet are in the shor'boots glares blearily around the bar.

Roland sneezes.

He sits at the bar and croaks to the nearest rat, "Whiskey."

bloodyrockgod

Charlie has been sitting at the piano, composing rather feverishly if the ink smears on his fingers and the end of his nose is any indication. When the bar starts to fill he looks up, startled, and then smiles to see that the sun has gone down.

The request line is open, but at some point tonight he does have one special song to play.

~~ETA: The piano will be closed for a brief period while Charlie has a rest [ooc: and the mun goes home].~~

Current Mood: creative

watch-wait.livejournal.com

Bartleby is behind the bar, nursing a cup of coffee.

Current Mood: morningish

watch-wait.livejournal.com

The door is pushed open briskly and Bartleby enters the bar. At first glance he's the angel who skulked out of the door a few months ago, with the addition of a black leather greatcoat that successfully hides his thinness. His face is carefully blank, and his eyes flicker to neither left nor right, after his first, threshold sweep of the room. He strides up to the bar, and, not immediately seeing a server, speaks straight to the bar. "Sirius around? I need to let him know I'm back."

Current Mood: apprehensive
Current Music: drumroll, please

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

* Indy saunters down stairs, tucking his shirt in and adjusting his hat with a hint of a smile. He pauses halfway down, seeing the crowd around Tonks. He frowns and scratches at the stubble on his cheek, but there's little he can do. Keeping a watchful eye on the proceedings, he moves over to the bar and settles in near Raph. *

Scotch and water. *he looks back over his shoulder towards the front door again* Uh... make that a double.

* The level of the already present tumbler rises a quarter of an inch. Indy cocks his head, looking at the glass blankly for a few seconds. He eventually picks it up and takes a big gulp *

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

* Indy arrives from upstairs dressed in his field shirt, hat and khaki pants. He sniffs at the delicious aromas drifting out from the kitchen and peruses the chalkboard. He rubs a stubbly cheek thoughtfully as he tries to make a tough decision. Eventually he settles on something and addresses the bar *

Could I trouble you for a pot of coffee and a pork roast?

* The bar obliges momentarily with a mug, a full cafetiere and a steaming plate of thick pork slices smothered in apple sauce, hugged by a yorkshire pudding, roast potatoes and some cauliflower cheese. Indy grins happily and adds a further request* Peas?

* A couple of spoonfuls of butter-coated garden peas arrives on the plate as well * Perfect... thanks!

* He settles onto a bar stool and tucks into the hearty meal. Shortly afterwards the plate is clean and Indy sits back, running a napkin across his mouth with a contented sigh*

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

Post Milliways last night.

[OOC: Warning - its the smut you've all been waiting for!]

mogget_cat

*Yrael slinks out of the back corridor, humming to himself and smirking. He leaps up onto the bar and lies down, making himself comfortable.*

*he yawns, lazily, and looks around at the people in the bar.*

Current Mood: mischievous

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

Pre-Milliways

* Indy eyes the broken rafters above shiftily as he descends the stairway. Clad in full expeditionary gear, he looks like a man on some kind of mission tonight. Determined, yet a bit lost. Perhaps the effect of several days alone. Despite the façade of resolve it is quite evident that his mind has been dulled by his choice of a bottle for companionship.*

* Nevertheless, he strides confidently over to the bar.*

Coffee please?

* His tone is soft and a little apologetic. A steaming cup materializes after a momentary hesitation. Indy nods his thanks and props himself up against the bar with an elbow, surveying the room finally.*

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

*Bernard comes out of the staff corridor and goes behind the bar. He quickly writes a note in large letters.*

Attention.

The bar is now hiring for the positions of:

Bartender(s)
Bouncer
Additional musician

Please put your name and any relevant experience on this page.

If you are interested in performing a task that is not laid out here, put your name down anyway. We might be able to find something for you to do.

Thank you

--The Management

*He posts the sign on the bulletin board and runs his fingers through his already messy red hair.

He takes a bottle of tequila and his cigarettes and goes out to sit by the lake.*

[ooc: I'm not in really. I'll be in tonight late though. :)]

Current Mood: busy

mogget_cat

*Mogget stumbles through the door from the back corridor, fighting to get free of the cloth that is tangled hopelessly around him. He is severely caught in its folds, his claws getting caught in the fabric and making his predicament worse. He trips over the cloth that is tangled around him, gracelessly, and fails to land on his feet. He lays still, breathing hard.*

*he gives in, sighing defeatedly* Can someone please assist me in getting out of this thing?

Current Mood: frustrated

making-trouble.livejournal.com

*The Disreputable Dog trots in from the staff corridor, where she has been staying with Holden, and looks around for someone who might be willing to give her food.*

Current Mood: hungry

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