milliways_bar | Entries tagged with ryan wolfe

mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com

Ryan walks in laughing as he looks around. This wasn't were he was expecting to be, He was sure he was walking in to a bar with a friend from work. Well he ends up in a bar but the friend not so much, He's just glad that he got the punch line of the joke before he walked in.

mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com

Ryan walks in as he sits in a booth as he just sighs and orders a beer. There are times you need a drink. There are times you want a drink. As a person with addictions it's important to know the difference. Tonight he just wants it. Because something about what he's seen this week at work says he needs to take a deep breath and relax.

[ooc: Open till it falls off or even then if you want to tag go for it.]

mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com

Ryan stretches as he walks in to the door then looks around this wasn't the bathroom to his house. He looks down glad he had on his PJ pants. Not as happy that they are his Garfield ones. Running a hand through his hair he yawns. It could be worse.

still-burned.livejournal.com

Michael is so relieved to see the bar, there are hardly even words. Even more so to see that Christmas is over here - back in Miami, he's had to succumb to his mother's emotional blackmail and so there is an excruciating dinner in progress, all full of false happiness and overcompensation. And just the two of them because Nate is off doing something that no one wants to know the details of.

He normally limits his beer intake. Tonight? Not so much. And he's totally up to talking to people/beings/whatever that are not middle-aged hypochondriac nightmares.

likesthecoat

Hey, look, it's a Ianto with his jacket off and his sleeves rolled up. That can only mean one thing:

Today's specials
COFFEE
any way you like it

Well, it gets him out of the ~~house~~ Hub, anyway.

[tiny tag: Chandler Bing]

noteful

It's a very dressed up Meg who turns up at the end of the universe this evening, in a favorite long green dress, with her hair pinned up, and three-inch heels on.

And it's a Meg who's kind of grateful to have an excuse to find a comfortable chair, take those heels off for a few moments, put her feet up, order a cup of tea, and rest.

Company welcome.

betagainstme

Alice Cullen sits at the bar, her feet neatly tucked against the rails of her stool. She's looking at paperwork and photos of a villa...the villa her husband bought her a few weeks ago.

It's beautiful, even though it needs some work. The information on it had just come in yesterday so there was nothing she wanted to do more than to go over what all the house needed.

Come and chat. She won't bite.

mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com

Ryan walks in and smiles as he looks around this is a good place to be. He's kind of glad he came in here. At least he's unlikely to run in to fans of the last victim he had to solve her murder. Or he didn't think he would. So he settles at a table then leans back in the booth as he thinks of what to order. He's not opposed to company.

command_dot_com

One fussy, and messy alpha and slightly frazzled mother come into the bar and recieve a note.

"I know my tab is paid up, I paid it up from my account..."

Another note, one which only Dot gets to read.

"...fine.Should have know you'd play that card one of these days..." Dot grumbles, getting Mairi into a babyseat on the bar, and writing the specials on the board.
Tonight's Happy Hour Specials
Mother's Milk
Espresso Martini
On Tap Beer

Your drink is half off if you feed the baby a tablespoon of babyfood.

Six jars of babyfood, with various levels of luminosity and color reside in semi-circle in front of the be-bibbed babe, with a watchful mother standing by.

Come attempt to feed the baby.

mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com

Ryan's door is back. He's having one last drink before walking though it. A simple Club soda and lime today, He can nod go back to the job with liquor on the breath or in his system. He also skips the meal that would be helpful. Unsure what he's walking back in to.

Sitting at a table with his drink as he puts his holster and Badge back on his belt. He could use a touch of company before walking back out.

wheatencrown

Demeter has always wondered something and all the talk of Ramon has made her decide to finally pursue it.

Its not too hard to find a gun and she has it sitting in front of her on a table. Vines twine around the metal searching out its weak points and it starts to break apart.

She can be disturbed if you wish to find out what she's doing and why.

(OOC: Open until it scrolls since it went up late but I wanted to try out the idea. Also very important note, this EP is now millitimed to be before Ramon's last EP, please be aware of this, no commenting on the new tree, please.)

mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com

Someone has been brooding up in his room. He's decided tonight he'll come out and join the real world. Or the bar. Mostly just to see if the door is back.

Missing door has been the main reason He has not come down. He sees no reason to come down only to not be able to get out. But he's now tired of his own company settling in to a booth he wold really enjoy someone else company.

makesthings

Sameth just wanted to get some dinner and do some reading when he's given a note and a book. At first he tries to protest but is reminded that it will be good for him to meet people.

So with a sigh he starts looking through the drink book which is actually a lot of fun. He had no idea there were so many mixed drinks since usually getting some whiskey into Somersby was a big enough deal on its own.

Specials

Blue Blazer
Mage's Fire
Presticles, Spectacles, Wallet and Watch
If you've ever played cricket or know what it is, half off your drink.

Then he settles down and finds himself smiling but wishing Nick was here, he'd enjoy this.

Tiny tag: Sameth, Irving Lloyd

(OOC: And now finally I sleep though anyone in other timezones who still wants a thread, its open and all other threads are into slow.)

guppy_sandhu

The nature of working in the infirmary here means that sometimes there isn't an opportunity to communicate between staff.

As such, Guppy made the unfortunate mistake of having the thought 'What's in here?' whilst doing his infirmary rounds and came across the most disturbing thing he's seen since a patient's gangrenous foot fell off in his hand.

He's now sitting at the bar, looking a bit pale and peaky and having a stiff drink. It takes a lot to squick him, and he's currently debating whether to warn the other staff.

mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com

Ryan walks to the bar to get his nightly meal when a note shows up reading it he smiles as he thinks what to do for the evening.

Grabbing something he writes on the board.

All domestic (United State brands) Drafts half off.

All other drafts 25% off.

He also has found a table and has a stack of red Dixie plastic cups setting them up on each end, with a basket of ping pong balls on the bar top

Walking back to the board he grins.

All Beerpong winners get a free glass of their choice of beer.

parkerlee

Parker is in the bar with her laptop again this evening. She is still picking at Everything Nice’s website. Sophie is thrilled with the changes so far.

For a small business, the boutique carries an impressive array of stock. Tonight Parker is working on the “Pardon My French” page. Lots of crisp black and white silk, lace and ruffles, fishnet stockings, and some fairly exotic looking feather dusters.

Botherable.

[OOC: Everything Nice is an adult specialty boutique. Parker is happy to talk to anyone. But if your pup is or appears to be underage, she will close the laptop before settling in to talk.]

will_scarlett

Will blinks quite a lot when he gets the note from Bar and so hops behind with a pat to her,

"Sleep, Lady Bar, all will be well."

Then he scribbles a few specials up on the board.

Specials
Anythin' with rum in it and any beer you can name.

mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com

Ryan walks in to the bar, he's supposed to be trying to find Delko, he just thought he was walking in to a Quickie stop to get something to drink and here he is.

Looking back he notices the door's gone this is not something he has time for today. Sighing he sits defeatedly on a bar stool ordering a large Ice water.

longlonghair

Rapunzel is slightly bored, and has been sitting at a table sketching various people she spots around the bar. On a whim, she takes a fresh sheet of paper and writes at the top:

Write down a secret and then throw it away!

She thinks for a few moments and then adds her own secret:

I've been bound for over two years. I don't think I ever want my door to show up again.

Once she finishes, she folds into a simple paper airplane and launches it into the bar to land where it will, and goes back to sketching.

guppy_sandhu

The circle of chairs is set up, with a selection of yummy smelling pasties in the middle, both meat and vegetarian. Guppy has made a new poster for the wall.

LIFE SUPPORT
OPEN TO ALL

Got a problem?
Need someone to talk to?
Worried about life here or at home?
Just want free food?

Everyone welcome!

Guppy is sitting at the table, writing names on badges for himself and new volunteer Ben, who is putting out cushions.

[ooc: Come one, come all! Two muns, two pups, threadhopping highly encouraged within the circle!]

miami-axe.livejournal.com

Sam Axe has worn a lot of hats, over his life. Navy SEAL, spy, FBI, the lot.

Today, he wears the expression of a man who feels like he's died and gone to heaven.

Of course, he actually is thinking that literally, right now. Might as well enjoy it, he thinks.

He walks over to the bar (and that's the part that really makes him think it's actually heaven) and laughs.

"Come on! Saint John or Archangel Gabriel or whoever... what's it take to get a beer around here?"

When it appears in front of him, he grins. "Now that's what I call service," he says.

[tiny tag: Sam Axe]

twiceahero.livejournal.com

When Babs rolls into Milliways this evening she's grinning like the proverbial cat. Her proverbial canary? One Roland Desmond. Or, more precisely, one Roland Desmond's most recent set of off-shore accounts.

She was really enjoying imagining the look on Blockbuster's face when his computer security guys explained this one to him.

If she were someone else, she might even whistle merrily. But for now the grin would just have to do.

justcallmefee

When an operative enters a room, usually she checks the exits first. After that, counter surveillance and potential threats. And finally, potential clients or contacts. Information is useful and there is always information to be had.

Fi has never quite gotten used to the constantly shifting layout of the room, so she usually ends up tucked up at end of the long mahogany bar itself. It's a great place to lean against the wall and watch the worlds go by. It's early so she's drinking a smoothie, and she has a notebook,a few small tools, and a small box of electronic equipment sitting at her elbow.

She's studying a scrap of circuitry, about the size of a pack of cards. It's partially melted and smells of smoke.

[ooc: open till it scrolls, periodic slow time is love]

[bored tiny tags are the tools of the devil: Fiona Glenanne, Xaldin]

parkerlee

Parker stalks into the bar, clearly coming in from a date.

A date that has ended two hours early, as it happens. As fix-ups go? That had been a disaster. Parker doesn’t know what the hell Lexie had been thinking. Unless “He’s a really nice guy—lots of fun,” now translates to “He likes to drink and try to get his hand up your skirt.”

Parker had told him where to stick it and called a cab to take her back to Hearst.

She drops her purse on a table, and says hello to and places an order with a passing waitrat. By the time she has unbuckled and kicked off her heels and propped her feet up comfortably in an empty chair with a long sigh, her strawberry-lemonade has arrived.

Civilization exists. Even if you have to go to the End of the Universe to find it sometimes.

eyeeyecaptain

"Oh, come on! That wasn't a legal move! He didn't even use a pogo stick! Or do a walrus impression at the 40-yard line!"

That would be Leela, behind the Bar, watching the pre-game on her armband.

She will never understand 20th century sports.

Specials!
Pomegranate Margaritas (frozen or on the rocks)
Black and Tans
Black Cherries*

All beer 1/2 off during half-time!

Non-Alcoholic:
Fruit punch
Flavored teas (peach, mango, strawberry, and blackberry)

All soft drinks 1/2 off during half-time!

There's also a nondescript metal ballot box sitting on the bar, near the specials board. In black magic marker it reads: "ILLEGAL BETTING. PREDICT THE WINNING TEAM, GET YOUR BAR TAB COMPED."

"Happy Hour is open, everyone!"

*Half Guinness Stout, half Samuel Adams Cherry Wheat

[tiny tag: Teddy Altman, Turanga Leela]

[ooc: zomgggg slowtimes for bed, ya'll? *PUPPY EYES* Thanks to everyone for tagging in! I had great fun; will pick up all slows tomorrow!]