milliways_bar | Entries tagged with ruby

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When Stiles walks up to Bar and says hi, he's greeted by a small napkin with written instructions "Stiles, you're in charge of food and drinks for the next two hours. You can write your specialties on the chalkboard." Another note follows. Please try not to break too many dishes :)

Now, just as is true for his BFF Scott, Stile's mom does all the grocery shopping. His own efforts to help in the kitchen tend to lead to peanut butter in places where peanut butter does not belong. But he's seven (and a half now), so he can totally handle this. He stands on a stool to write out some specials in a somewhat shaky hand:

SPECIALS
Lunchables - ham, turkey, pepperoni
Chocolate Milk
Coke or Sprite
That sounds like a pretty awesome menu to him, and hopefully nobody will ask for anything else too weird.

[OOC: Aaaannd I think that's about all for the night, folks! Feel free to tag in late if you don't mind insta-slowtime.]

gavemea_45

[OOMs:carry on my wayward son

there'll be peace when you are done

lay your weary head to rest

don't you cry no more

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kingofthexroads

[OOM: No use crying over spilled blood.]

tiny tag: Crowley (spn)

justasaleswoman

[OOM: After this, a secret rendezvous.]

[OOC: Warnings for violence, sex, and the lack of consent implicit in demons in human hosts engaging in violence and sex.]

cannotforget.livejournal.com

[oom-ish: A while after this.]

Ruby doesn't leave the bar for a little while after she and Sam are finished ... 'celebrating'.

She sticks around, has a quick drink, maybe even does a bit of people-watching (or something).

But when she's finally ready to leave, a small seemingly insignificant key is left with the Bar. It disappears into the woodwork without any words spoken between demon and bartop.

She has no doubt the recipient of said key will get it.

That done, she hops off her bar stool and heads back out.

She'll be back.

For now though, she's got a bit of work to do.

[ooc: not taggable! sorry.]

gavemea_45

He's most of the way through packing when he loses any desire to be alone in the hotel room with his thoughts.

Especially now.

At least the Colt works again. But I killed them -- the demons and their hosts, both. I didn't even hesitate.

Sam scrawls the usual note on a scrap of paper and drops it on Dean's bag, grabs Ianto's gadget, and walks through the door into Milliways.

The Colt's with him, hidden inside his jacket. There's no way he's leaving it unguarded.

No way in hell.

justasaleswoman

Ever heard that line about "hell on wheels in a black dress"?

Well, it just walked into the bar.

cannotforget.livejournal.com

[OOM-ish: During the Cullen-After!Prom. After this.

A party just isn't a party without the 'Let's Take This Outside' aspect, is it?]

themidnightson

hadyougoing

Tonight it's a library shift for Ava Wilson, which means she's upstairs at a desk by the door. The book that she's reading looks very old and very boring, and she's taking fastidious notes.

An exciting Saturday night? Maybe not.

But she is here for all your book-related needs.

[ooc: ~~mun is currently in a movie theater. Uhhhh. Back in a bit, but plz email before tagging!~~

tag away! you may want to give me a heads-up on AIM first please: Merky Dee.]

justasaleswoman

[OOM: She wants to see you.]

It can be hard to judge by appearances, if all you can see is the surface.

Ever bitten into a chocolate only to find that cherry center is actually pure cayenne pepper?

Well, if the blonde with teased-to-here hair and the unbuttoned-to-there neckline and is a bimbo of a chocolate . . . there's a ruthless, cunning, evil bitch of a demon as the center.

So there's a woman in the bar tonight, in a red dress and cowboy boots, with a belt with silver and turquoise buckles, and a hell of a lot of cleavage.

She's been here a while, watching people come and go though brown eyes, drinking beer out of longneck bottles.

And waiting.

gavemea_45

[OOM: Demons lie. Everyone knows that.

What's worse is when they tell the truth.]

gavemea_45

As soon as the shower had started running in the motel's bathroom, Sam had seized his chance. He yelled something indistinct about lunch, grabbed his laptop and messenger bag, and headed straight for Milliways without waiting for Dean to answer.

Now he's sitting at a booth, the laptop open in front of him, staring at something on the screen.

(From time to time he stares at a note, instead.)

Either way, it doesn't look like he's making much progress.

[ooc: open until it scrolls, with a break at 9 MT for tonight's episode of Supernatural.]

justasaleswoman

Okay, so her last visit here was maybe something less than a complete success.

But you know what they say. When you get thrown, then you have to get right back up, eviscerate the horse who had the audacity to throw you, and then get on the next one, right?

There's a brunette in a black dress sitting in one of the booths tonight, idly stirring her appletini with a swizzle stick, and watching the other patrons through currently brown eyes.

tiny tag: Moist von Lipwig

66_seals

[OOM:

take good care of my baby

]

not_lugosi

A few weeks have gone by since Bela was last here. It's nearly March. She's on a job - one of the kind where she goes deep into a character to better infiltrate the target. It's not a very special job. Well, it is, actually, but the thrill is gone. Mostly it's a way to stay busy. The challenge is good for her, since she's not making any headway towards her most pressing need.

She's a redhead tonight. At least, that's what her well-made wig would lead you to believe. She wears a flowing brown skirt, a peasant blouse, and Birkenstocks (with socks). It's an Earth mother look. It's so not her.

creationofwill

There is a teenager, in the bar, about fourteen of fifteen years old. He's sitting at one of the tables, holding a glass of water, pretending it actually means something. Pretending it could actually get him drunk off of his feet.

Well. Give the guy a small favour, anyway, considering he was just crushed to death outside the bar. [*] Now that been perfectly a little clenching to his ego, but he managed to work his way through the seemingly impermeable strike.

Kaworu is not surprised to be alive, but as he has awoken from seeming death in more macabre ways, he is just fine with this. He does have to wonder where the door is, though. He just can't seem to leave without finding a lake.

....anyone want to get the pretend drunk kid a washcloth to wipe the blood off his face?

[*] As this is the manga version of Kaworu, he will act somewhat looser and talk a lot more casually. Please keep that in mind. Thank you!

Current Mood: annoyed
Current Music: ( do we have to say it )

cannotforget.livejournal.com

There is a demon at the bar, having a drink.

Or two.

Or three.

No, there's no real reason for it, except that alcohol is damn good.

Botherable.

tiny!tag: ruby, the crossroads demon, bela talbot

mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com

". . . his throat it was like that poem by W. H. Auden, you know the one. Victor, that's it. And the blood ran down the stairs and sang/'I'm the Resurrection and the Life'. Great poem, that poem."

"Don't think blood can sing, Mr. Croup. We'd have found out by now."

"It's poetic license, Mr. Vandemar. The image is lovely, which is the point of poetry."

"Well, yes. But still, it doesn't sing."

"Not literally, no. Figuratively, however, it may be said to--"

It's at about this point the two slightly bloody men notice where they are.

"Ah, good. I could use a drink, couldn't you?"

"Yeah."

Current Mood: thoughtful

ellectrical

Elle slips through the front door, looking cheerful despite the bright yellow t-shirt she's wearing (X has a lot of weirdly bright clothes, in Elle's opinion), the scrapes visible on her elbows (thanks a lot, teleporting-girl), and the sore spot on her back. Actually getting a job done right tends to have that effect on her - even if this one wasn't her usual fare.

She's carrying a small plastic sack that swings slightly at her side, and it's dropped to the floor once she reaches the Bar and pulls herself up onto one of the stools. Once she's there, however, she simply props one of her scraped elbows on top of it, and rests her head in her hand.

It doesn't even look like she minds not knowing what she wants tonight.

[Tiny Tag: Ruby]

maxwellsdemon02

Behind the bar is Duo Maxwell. He looks a little unsure about how this happened, but he's getting his game face on.

He pats the surface of the bar. "Okay, let's do this thing."

On the board: HAPPY HOUR!
TONIGHT'S SPECIAL: BEER
TRUST ME, THE FEWER DRINKS I MIX THE BETTER

And then he starts juggling lemons.

ellectrical

Elle's curled up into an armchair again, this time positioned around the arm, on which she's balanced a plate of pumpkin pie. She's using the side of her fork to slice it into pieces, which get smaller and smaller as she seems more interested in really pulverizing the desert than consuming it.

Every so often, however, she puts the fork down and uses her finger to slip a taste of the large pile of whipped cream that's collected around the pie's edge.

She'll likely get around to eating the pie, as well. Eventually.

[TinyTag: Ruby]

cannotforget.livejournal.com

Ruby has never bartended in her entire life - or afterlife (thus far). (Not that it means she's never had alcohol - or mixed it in the past, of course. She does like to drink.)

Whatever the case may be, it seems to be a good enough qualification to put her behind the bar. She doesn't mind doing it; she ~~kinda likes this place~~ doesn't have anything better to do anyway.

So tonight there is a demon serving your drinks.

Specials (1/2 off)
A Short Trip To Hell
Gates of Hell
Heaven and Hell
One Night in Heaven

(Maybe the specials are a bit obvious. Eh.)

So, Milliways, what'll it be?

[OOC note: Unless you've got special psychic-like powers, or she reveals herself, Ruby will just appear to be a normal human serving your drinks.
~~Also - I will be gone from 8-9 PM EST, watching Pushing Daisies. Other than that, have at (plz)!~~

ETA: ZOMG - I am overwhelmed with the sheer awesome of you guys! Thank you so much for the threads! But now I must get to bed, so I'll be tagging up a few more threads and then I must beg for slowtime!]

[tiny!tag: ruby, demeter, cardea, speed racer, x5-494 (alec), bela talbot]

slayedthedragon.livejournal.com

A trapdoor flies open on the floor by the Door, and a moment later Angel heaves himself up into the bar, spins around on his butt, and flails frantically for a while at three tentacles trying to grasp his leg and pull him down.

Finally, he manages to slam the trapdoor shut and lock it, and stays there awhile sprawled on the ground and glad at least he doesn't have a breath to catch anymore.

When he's had enough of that, he gets to his feet and heads wearily over to the bar, where he slaps a weird looking machine part on the counter.

"One 'free-radical self-automating magneto' for Wesley or Illyria, either one, I do not really care."

The part disappears, replaced by a glass of blood, or whatever stands in for it here at Milliways. Angel thanks Bar gratefully.

"How many parts can a stupid Machine need, anyway?"

[tiny tag: Seras Victoria, Ruby (SPN), Wilbur Whateley]