milliways_bar | Entries tagged with narcissa malfoy

beauty-marred.livejournal.com

Earlier today, Narcissa noticed something unusual.

It doesn't take her long to gather what few items she has here and leave a note at the bar.

( For Draco and Lucius )

With that, she she hurries to the now visible door and, with the slightest of glances back, slips back into her own world.

beauty-marred.livejournal.com

There are several quiet, out of the way corners in the bar at any one given time.

In one of these corners tonight, Narcissa is sitting comfortably, enjoying an evening cup of tea and the view out the observation window. She's been in a relatively good mood of late, and tonight is no different.

Acceptable company just might be welcomed.

beauty-marred.livejournal.com

Narcissa has deigned to grace the bar proper with her presence this afternoon. Fortunately, she's not all that keen on drawing too much attention to herself. As such, she simply settles into a chair near the fire and orders a pot of tea from a waitrat. She's in the mood for direct service, it seems.

beauty-marred.livejournal.com

Currently seated near the fire is Narcissa, enjoying a nice hot cup of tea. She spent some time outside this afternoon, taking a brisk walk along the lake shore.

Eventually, however, the chill became too much and she has returned back inside to warm up.

She seems in better spirits than usual.

the_man_in_the_box

Perhaps he should not have partaken of the chocolate he had been given earlier. Perhaps he should have been more cautious. Perhaps he should have stayed in his room.

He did none of those things.

As he enters the bar, he takes a good look around, then takes several running steps and slides across the floor. He's wearing only socks on his feet, you see.

He whoops and hollers and seems to be genuinely enjoying himself...

~~what or who might he bump into along the way?~~

beauty-marred.livejournal.com

It's morning. It's quiet.

Narcissa slips downstairs and orders a bit of tea and toast (with jam) for breakfast, and then sits at a table to eat.

Catch her while you can. She won't hang around the riff-raff for long.

beauty-marred.livejournal.com

The weather is starting to cool. Narcissa is certainly not the first to notice it, nor is she likely the first to complain. But she will anyway.

She has obtained a wrap from the bar and a cup of darjeeling. Her tab is also starting to creep up again and she briefly ponders having another conversation with Mr. Bauer. That, however, can wait.

Tea in hand, she makes her way to the fireplace and chooses a seat close enough to warmth, but in a relatively unpopulated area. Chances are, she'll be spending a good deal of the winter here.

beauty-marred.livejournal.com

Narcissa had left the House of Arch as quickly as she could once the whole situation with the clock was taken care of. It's not that it wasn't suitable to her tastes, she just refused to be any more in debt to him than she had to be.

The rest of the time, Narcissa has been up in her room, setting things to right and being her usual anti-social self. Until tonight, of course.

Currently, she's sitting at the bar, casually sipping a glass of sherry.

yuppie-trash.livejournal.com

Slouching in a booth.

Coffee with three sugars don't help--

With massive hangover.

Current Music: "Brass Monkey," Beastie Boys

beauty-marred.livejournal.com

Narcissa us not lonely. Not at all. The truth of the matter is that she's trying to give Draco some freedom, and Lucius, well, he's still off on whatever errand he was last instructed to complete.

And she certainly doesn't spend most of her time up in her room because the bar itself reminds her how lonely she is.

Just to disprove that, in fact, she's in the bar proper this evening, sitting near the observation window, a glass of sherry in hand.

Perfectly normal.

wine-women-song.livejournal.com

*With a bounce to his step, Dionysus slides behind the bar. He gives her a welcome pat. And pauses when a bottle of champange appears in an ice bucket.*

Well! Someone is in a good mood tonight.

*It would be rude to refuse, so he picks up the bottle and pops the top, glass in the other hand to catch the overflow. He pours as many glasses as the bottle will fill, setting them about the bar. Finished, he then writes on the board.*

HAPPY HOUR

Free Champagne courtsey of the Bar! Limit 2 glasses per customer.

Wine tasting night -- all wine is half price. Restrictions apply.

Chef Salad
Fresh Fruit Bowl

Garlic Naan

Lamb Saag Gosht
Pork Tikka
Sheekh Kabab
Chicken Tandoori

All dishes served with rice.

*It's Happy Hour time.*

beauty-marred.livejournal.com

Narcissa is quite certain she did not order her fruit salted and yet, it keeps arriving that way. Even her tea is not up to par.

and so, there is a rather tall, rather thin and very blonde woman sitting at a table, scowling at her dinner.

You've been warned.

beauty-marred.livejournal.com

Narcissa is downstairs this afternoon, over near the observation window. Pacing. And being, in general, very Not Happy.

This might have something to do with a certain note she read (and destroyed) earlier.

Just maybe.

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

Between being torn between wanting to make everything better for Ramon and wanting to castrate him, then neglecting utterly to get any sleep, finding a baby sitter for his son and making sure his lover had everything he needs and wasn't planning on waking up any time soon, Random found a bit of time to step into the bar for a breath of air and a drink.

If he's muttering profane and biologically unlikely things, then so be it.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

[OOM, Millitimed to Saturday night: Ramon follows Jack out of the bar to Jack's cabin where Narcissa is waiting. Revenge ensues. Main part of thread is complete, though aftermath is still being threaded.

WARNINGS for torture, violence, high levels of batshit crazy and pups scaring their muns. *hides in shelfnest*]

latino_menace

Millitimed to last night...

The door opens and Ramon enters with a stumble, looking like he's just been pushed. Also looking rather like he's been run over by a truck, which is why he leans back against the closed door, clutching his ribs and using his shirt to try and stem the bleeding from a broken nose and split lips.

It just takes a moment, he's not lingering here where people can see. So when the worst of the flow is stopped, he straightens, adjusts his clothes and opens the door again - this time for home.

[OOC: Violence in the first link.]

beauty-marred.livejournal.com

[OOM, sort of: While in the cells, Narcissa receives visits from her son and her husband, both millitimed to two days ago, and earlier today, from one Mr. Salazar.]

action-antihero.livejournal.com

[OOM: After agreeing to terms, Narcissa enters the cells and there is a note for Security.

A little later, two notes are left for Alanna and Bernard, and Narcissa's tab has dropped to zero.]

beauty-marred.livejournal.com

On her way to the cells, Narcissa leaves a note for her son and husband:

( Dearest Draco and Lucius )

beauty-marred.livejournal.com

Narcissa has deigned to spend some time in the bar this evening. Her table is a bit out of theway, but in such a place that she has a good view of those coming and going.

Dinner, as usual, involves a fruit plate and a pot of tea.

If you're determined to be good enough, she might even be up for conversation.

not-death-eater.livejournal.com

The door slams open, and Lucius hurries through, smiling quite happily.

The grin fades when he notices this place, his typical blank look rising in it's place. Damn. The Dark Lord was expecting him. And his information.

"Of all the luck."

beauty-marred.livejournal.com

Narcissa has decided she prefers mornings. Much quieter than evenings, that's for certain.

She makes her way downstairs and sits primly at a table, ordering fruit and tea for breakfast.

pure-ebony.livejournal.com

Bellatrix is smiling when she walks in.

And she doesn't stop smiling for a moment when she sees where she is, not even a flicker.

beauty-marred.livejournal.com

Narcissa has been scarce lately, though it's not on purpose. Sometimes, even a witch as social as her, even if it's by necessity, needs some peace and quiet.

Tonight, however, she has come back downstairs and is leisurely walking around the bar, getting some exercise.

And for the record, she has been keeping an eye on her son, whether he knows it or not.