milliways_bar | Entries tagged with luck

samael-diablo.livejournal.com

*Lucifer's entrance is unobtrusive, you could blink and suddenly there'd be a dark young man in the shadows where he wasn't a moment before*

*he has a few brandy shots in front of him and is amusing himself by lighting them, flames that change colour as they flicker*

fairest1.livejournal.com

*Snow walks up to the bullitin board and tacks up a list of names, then makes her announcement*

All right, everyone, you've all been asking what I'm going to name the kids, and I'm just now thinking about it, so I've put up a list for everyone to add thier suggestions. *sits down*

*the list reads:

Nanami
Eli
Zephyr
Gale
Mistral
Tala
Cirocco
Ciro
Millie
Milly
Wade
JANE
~~BILLY~~
Skylar Hops Perdition
Hope Purgatory
Charles
Edward
Julia
Billy
Merci
Incardine
Violet
Indigo
Carmine
Dieb
Chalinda
Ellisande
TAlanna
Pual
Burninator
BARBIE is a harpy
Utena
Lyra
Saavedra, Benecitta, and Eleyna for the girl, and Matteyo for the boy
Auroia.. or even Molly
Just don't go the 'famous artist' route.
Nothing good comes from that.
Rincewind.
Jonah.
Serendipity.
Christine.
Philippe. Or Philip, if you like the English version.
Oedipus.
Aeneas.
Dido.
Daina(song),
Shiri(my song),
Melody,
and Aoide(to sing, Tere's original name) for the girl.
Zimri(my music),
Liron(my song),
Enlil(lord of the wind),
and Zephyr for the boy
Ook.
I like Zephyr. And Julia.
Aloysius.
Genevieve.

green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com

*two dice appear on the bar, and then there is a hand that rolled them, a Lady on a bar stool. She looks around the bar, then smiles and heads over to where Kassandra sits with Crowley*

Current Mood: calm

aj_crawley

*Crowley appears in the doorway and strides towards the bar. He doesn't look happy, exactly, but seems more energetic and focused than he has been these past few days. He orders a glass of wine, and scans the room. Apparently not seeing whomever or whatever he was looking for, he settles himself at a table with a good view of the room, sips his wine, waits, and plans*

Current Mood: purposeful

green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com

*sits at a dimly lit table, shuffling a pack of cards*

Current Mood: amused

iopenthings

::Door stumbles in. She is astonishingly pale, and the dark rings under her eyes are a sharp, shocking contrast. She stumbles over to the bar, barely glancing at the other patrons::

Coffee, please. Black.

Current Mood: exhausted

iopenthings

::Door comes in, still looking very pale and drawn. She heads to the bar::

Coke, please?

...cola. Coca-cola. Temple and arch.

::She plays with the glass that appears in front of her, remembering every now and then to take a sip::

green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com

*sits in the corner, methodically shredding clover and frowning*

Current Mood: annoyed

spiked-drink.livejournal.com

*blinks as he steps through the door*

Sodding hell. Didn't think there were any afterlives like this.

*makes his way to the bar, sits down and looks in some confusion at the profusion of drinks and apparent lack of staff*

*pretends he didn't really want a drink anyway*

Anybody in here up for a game of poker?

green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com

*enters from staff quarters, which is strange since she wasn't there before*

*goes to talk to Crowley.*

aj_crawley

*walks in and looks around*

*without ordering a drink from the bar, takes a seat with a clear view of the entrance*

pubdog.livejournal.com

*Sirius walks in, looking vaguely as though he has been rolling in wet grass, which is not too far off the mark, but still clean and relatively tidy*

*He hesitates, then raises his hands for attention*

Good evening, ladies, gentlemen, ethereals, immortals, fates, muses, gods, all, and sundry ~~except for Tom Riddle and AJ Crowley they can have a bad evening for all I care~~.

Welcome to Milliways' Happy Hour. Or Unhappy Hour, if your tastes take you that way.

Tonight on tap we have some excellent beers, I'll be making mixed drinks behind the bar, and at the request of some of our less earthbound clientele, the menu is a bit special tonight. We have some deep-fried paradoxes, a large helping of cream of cliche soup, and some hot toasted sarcasm.

Eh, don't look at me. There's the usual nuts and stuff, too. And you'd be surprised how much paradox tastes like onions. I think Gil's got them sorted now...

Bartleby, how'd things go last night?

And I want a word with Door and Crowley if anyone's seen them. And possibly Aziraphael too. Eep.

controlsthedeck.livejournal.com

Interesting, isn't it, how ~~so few~~ people are faring ~~well~~ here.

A ~~wager~~ drink, if you would be so kind, Lady?

samael-diablo.livejournal.com

*has retired to a table not far off and is watching silently*

*looks to the door*

Lady? Will you join me? I wouldn't recommend interrupting the table over there, but that is of course entirely up to you.

Do you care for a wager?

aj_crawley

*saunters in nonchalantly; there is a swagger to his walk that wasn't there before*

*collects bottle of wine from servete spell*

*lounges at a table with his feet propped on another chair*

samael-diablo.livejournal.com

*enters without speaking to anyone, face closed*

*orders a bottle of Atlantean from the bar and takes it to a corner table*

green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com

*orders two Apples of Eden*

*smirks, then orders a third*

*carries them over to Lucifer and places one in front of him*

Lord.

Current Mood: amused

pubdog.livejournal.com

*Sirius raises his hands for attention*

All right everyone, the building is done for the evening, the charm needs time to settle, and I need a cold drink.

*saunters back into the bar and pours himself an ice water*

It's almost happy hour, and we have some specials on tap this evening; those of you interested in green drinks in general may like to order an Apple of Eden, which will definitely get you thrown out for rowdy behaviour after a few. Otherwise the butterbeer is cold, the bourbon is expensive, and the absinthe is locked up just in case.

The food special tonight is coconut prawns, though peanut butter sandwiches seem also very much in evidence.

*waves at blackboard, where several names appear, with bar credit for "Construction Assistance"; this includes the Fool, Raphael, That Rat, Neville Longbottom, and Glorfindel*

[ooc: if I've missed anyone, let me know.]

pirate_jack

*saunters in and looks around*

Right. So where's the rum, then, mate?

*tosses a golden coin on the bar*

pubdog.livejournal.com

*Padfoot walks through Milliways, hauling a cartload of two-by-four planking, plaster buckets, rolls of insulation, and various tools*

*After a moment, Sirius wanders out into the bar and scrawls the following on the chalkboard:*

Attn.

We are currently occupied with a small construction project. If you require services the bar is unable to provide by itself, Sirius can be located through the kitchen and out the back door.

If any of you are any good at carpentry charms, you're welcome to lend a hand for bar credit.

Sincerely,
Mgmt
(Sirius Black)

*Sirius re-enters the kitchen*

*Industrious crashing noises and occasional curses may be heard faintly in the distance*

green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com

*sits in corner of bar, with paper. Headline reads:

LUCKY ESCAPE FOR MAN BITTEN BY SHARK*

Lucky?

*smirks*

That depends on how you look at it, I suppose. He *could* have been fine...

*looks at dice on the table*

*sips drink*

Current Mood: amused

magick-willow.livejournal.com

Ummm...Hi. I'm new here, Where is here?, and I didn't really mean to come here, but, since I am here...Hi.

Current Mood: confused

fairest1.livejournal.com

*sigh* It's wonderful here, but I really should be getting back to the battle
*checks supply of gold coins*
*sits down in booth*
Ah, another week, THEN I'll go. Bartender? I'll have a pot of tea - black - and a mug, please.