milliways_bar | Entries tagged with sawyer

After the last person has gone, James gathers up the gifts and walks to the door, quietly thanking whoever for the chance to have one last drink here. Now, though, it's time to get back to Claire.

The door clicks shut behind him.

milliways_sawyer

The front door opens, and through it walks an old man who may or may not look familiar. To many, however, the annoyed drawl with which he calls over his shoulder is unmistakable.

"... dammit, woman! I'm seventy-six years old, and if I don't feel like chokin' down those horse pills today, guess what? I don't gotta!" He slams the door behind him... and only then takes a look at his surroundings.

"Well, I'll be damned. Didn't think I'd lay eyes on this place again."

Ladies and gentlemen, James Ford is back for one last round.

He walks over to the bar, the sudden spring in his step belying his age. "Hey, babycakes. How's about a Jack and Coke, for old times sake?" Instead of a drink, however, a copy of a certain notice appears.

"Damn." He glances up at the sizable debt still listed on his tab. "Double damn."

Grumbling, James fishes out his pocket, pulls out a rather large roll of cash (James never did trust banks), and lays it on the bar. "Here. Happy now?" As the money vanishes, he looks over at his tab again... and notices that, while very small, it still isn't quite cleared. "Dammit, that's all I got on me!"

If a bar could give disbelieving looks, it would be now.

"Fine. I hope you choke on it." James unclasps a gold watch from his wrist and lays it where the money had been. On the back of the watch is engraved the words "To Lt. Jackson, the best damn cop on the beat. From your friends in the 13th Precinct." Old habits die hard.

The watch vanishes, clearing the tab, and a Jack and Coke appears.

"Thanks," the old man grumbles as walks over to his old booth.

milliways_sawyer

Sometimes, exits are big to-dos. There are goodbyes and hugs and occasionally tears.

This isn't one of those.

Instead, it's just Sawyer and Claire walking in and leaving their room keys on the bar. The lease for their new apartment has been signed, the deposit and first month's rent has been paid, and their few belongings have been moved over. They don't need the rooms in the bar anymore.

That's all there is to it. Smiling to each other, they turn and walk back out. Those with a discerning ear might hear a little something different about the way the door clicks shut behind them this time. There's a sort of finality to the sound.

Nothing special about this exit. Nothing particular to show that the door will only open once more for either of these two... and not for quite a long time.

In the real world, though, that's how it works sometimes.

milliways_sawyer

OOM: Sawyer and Claire look for a new apartment.

milliways_sawyer

OOM: Claire gets back in town, and a baby name is partially decided upon.

shang-dragon.livejournal.com

Look who have met.

Worse, look who are sitting at a table swapping stories about the bar's Head of Security. Liam and Sawyer are sharing a drink and laughing. A lot. Feel free to come talk to one or both.

the_lioness

(Note for security in the office)

( Note for Sawyer )

the_lioness

*Alanna is standing near the bar in a long, strapless dress, looking distinctly uncomfortable.

The dress? Not Bar's fault. Oh, no.

As the icon states, she has recently learned that it is best not to tease her good friend the grumpy sorcerer. Not only do you get stuck in a dress that reveals far too much skin, but you turn rather grumpy yourself.

She keeps trying to tug the bodice up. It does absolutely no good.*

the_lioness

*Alanna is in the bar, sitting at a certain table with a bottle of wine. Waiting. She doesn't really expect Roger to return, but she's ready, just in case.*

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Blue, Pregnant Slayer Of The Future!

Still in a bar!

Aware, now, that it is future, and sitting in a booth, sipping chamomile tea.

Still available for One Night Only!

milliways_sawyer

Here's a face that hasn't been in the bar in a while. Since the Boone situation has been sorted out, Sawyer's decided to come down and grab a drink. If you feel like ignoring the surly look he's currently sporting, he's sitting in his regular booth.

milliways_sawyer

It would appear Sawyer got restless during one of Claire's outings.

He's going to be in so much trouble.

Anyway, here he is in a booth, having managed to make his way down the stairs without falling. He's dressed only in a pair of jeans and wrapped in a couple of blankets that occasionally shift so that you can see the green scaly skin that has completely taken over his right side. His hand on that side is still missing, as are a couple of toes now.

A plate of dry toast sits nearby. He attempted to eat, but that just wasn't happening.

tea-and-honor.livejournal.com

This is Ako.

She has a tail.

She does not, however, have a cold.

People who are sick should at least cameo in this thread, so that Ako may proceed to have a minor heart-attack and start flailing about and posting notices of needing questers so that we can get this plot on the road.

sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com

Claire steps behind the bar and smiles. For all her negative feelings about this place lately none of them have to do with the actual Bar herself, or her job. She's missed bartending.

She goes about cleaning and straightening, taking the time to set out a few things her friends always seem to need when she's working. Chocolate for Ace, a mint julep for Asar-Suti, et cetera. When she's done with that a letter pops up for her from Indy. Smirking, she quickly jots down a reply and sets it on the bar, watching it disappear.

Satisfied, she glances around at the patrons gathered around and asks, "Can I get anybody anything?"

[[OOC: slowtime, plz, ta!]]

accessobrian.livejournal.com

Chloe's in the Bar. Her brain is trying to destroy her. But that's nothing new.

Going with the trend of nothing new, she orders the same thing she's ordered pretty much everytime she's been in the bar.

"Water and a fruit platter."

Anyone wanna figure out why Chloe's so freaked out?

[ooc summary: Chloe comes down to a snarky Sawyer who she annoys GREATLY. She does not freak out to horribly at Asmodean, but then, the conversation is still only half done. Kim and she talk about their mutual interest, Chase. Ryan and she discuss... not a whole lot yet. But they're just getting into the whole "Those drugs weren't right!" part of the conversation.]

bloodyrockgod

It's Charlie. ~~Down by the river in a van.~~ Playing guitar by the observation window.

[Summary. Hurley tries to convince Charlie to mentor troubled kids. Charlie and Sawyer are snarly at each other. Claire and Charlie discuss the bebbeh and meeting her new god.]

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

Tony kept to himself most of the day, reading newspapers and his usual Sports Illustrated while he sat in the bar. He managed to sleep well last night through the help of his sleeping pills (and something else), so he is, naturally, in somewhat of a good mood, only because sleep does not eliminate all of your problems. Stepping behind the bar, Tony takes note of the tabs. Specifically, Nita's tab, which is lower than the number he saw last week. He makes a note to add some money to her and Michelle's tabs after his shift.

Thus, donning an apron and weilding a towel, Tony turns to face the customers and asks, "What'll it be?"

sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com

Claire comes down the stairs and steps behind the bar, setting her son's carrier down, and then straightening bottles and wiping things down the way she always does. When she's done with that, she turns to the bar and immediately a letter appears for her. She reads it with an amused smile and then pockets it before turning to the patrons around the bar.

"Can I get anybody anything?"

[[summary posted in back room]]

fairest1.livejournal.com

*Out by the lake, things have been carefully prepared. There's a beautiful spot, right at the edge of the forest, where the sun's rays passing through the trees leave a breathtaking effect. The ground is fairly level here, and there's a few scattered flowers growing naturally. Chairs have been set up for everyone in neat rows, and a hardwood dance floor has been created off to the side. A wedding arch and a simple runner form the aisle for the procession. A gentle breeze is enough to keep formal wear from becoming excessively warm. All are welcome, but disrupt things at their own risk*

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

Some time after taking Stampy for a walk by the lake, Indy saunters back downstairs without the elephant. Only time and his footwear will tell whether this was a wise move on his part. Regardless, after checking his notice and writing a few replies, he moves over to the bar, pulls out a stool and orders a beer.

[Summary: Indy meets Helen in a flirty initial conversation, and they arrange to work together on a research project. Sawyer breaks some bad news to Indy regarding the photos of Meg in spandex. Worried plotting ensues, but is it enough to prevent the inevitable doom?]

accessobrian.livejournal.com

Chloe doesn't exactly run down the stairs, but she does walk rather fast into the Bar.

She looks over in the direction of the door leading back home, sees it's still there, and turns to the Bar.

"Could you-"

Oh, for crying-

She doesn't have what she's supposed to have. She turns her purse contents out onto the Bar, but doesn't see the letters. Any of them.

"This is some sort of sign isn't it? You sneaky-"

Enter Chloe O'Brian, extremely frustrated.

[ooc: One thread still slow-timed with Michelle, and I'll summarize this tomorrow, as it has surpassed 100 comments polar bear?]

youalleverybody.livejournal.com

Liam is in the bar. Today is his 28th birthday, and that together with the fact of his having a two-year-old daughter may explain why his clothes are slightly... glittered.

Come and say hi.

milliways_sawyer

Sawyer's sitting at a table near the wall murdering "You Are My Sunshine" on his guitar. Somebody stop him.

[Summary: Sawyer is assaulted by Marjory Stewart-Baxter and the Zogglings. He deserves a cookie or something for that. Sunny is a harsh music critic. Jaina is having trouble dealing with Jacen's appearance and comes to Sawyer to talk. Claire's nightmares are making her worried about Seth's safety.]

sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com

Some food and drink for the reception has been set up on the lawn
furniture in the garden. There are punch bowls full with sweet, fruity
liquid that's not too strong, as befits a party in honour of a child;
there is cake, sweet and light and with an overall theme of early
summer berries; there are plates, and colourful paper napkins on the
table that has the food.

All the parasols in the tables are open, and have been festooned with
colourful fairy lights; there is music playing softly from somewhere -
probably Charlie's iPod hooked up to some speakers.

When the fairy lights are lit, the reception begins, and people drift
up from the lake end of the garden where the ceremony was to eat,
drink, congratulate and socialise.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

A woman known only as Heather, slipping gracefully downstairs. An embodiment of beauty sauntering across the room, arrayed in the same satin nightie and looking even more glamorous than yesterday, if that's even possible.

This time her sashay is more elegant—definitely more feminine—from the languorous sway of her hips, to her repose at the bar when she settles onto a stool and orders a Manhattan. There is a short navy robe tonight, also of satin and featuring an elaborately embroidered dragon on the back.