[identity profile] comma-sticks.livejournal.com

It's been a while -- too long, really -- since Shannon's curled up in one of the booths and set to work on a crossword puzzle.

Tonight seemed like a good time to remedy that, and so there you have her.

[identity profile] foxy-rogue.livejournal.com
The life of a fox gone rogue is one of many dangers.

Or, in this case, many arrows. A lanky, furred figure in forest green sprints in through the front door and dives behind the nearest convinent table.

His hat, however, is pinned to one of the support beams.

The door, thankfully, slams in the faces of the pursuing wolfpack of archers.

Never a dull day around here.
[identity profile] comma-sticks.livejournal.com
Shannon's been around in the past few months. Honest, she has. You just haven't noticed. Yes.

She's here now, anyway, sitting in a corner booth and paging through a magazine that she's paged through several times already. Shannon is Bored, and it does require the capital letter.

Any sort of social interaction would be nice right about now.


[ooc: I'll likely only be around for an hour and a half. Or so.]
[identity profile] sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com
Claire is sitting in what might as well be her spot on the couch near the fire, rocking a sleeping Seth. Yesterday he turned ten months old and they had a little party, just the two of them. Today he said his first real words ("Ma-ma", naturally) and she hasn't stopped smiling since.

I think it's love.
[identity profile] ladys-choice.livejournal.com
Christian is in the bar. Sitting on a bar stool, chewing on a pen, an empty notebook in front of him. Well, not completely empty. There is one word on this very first page of it:

"Love"

It is underlined. Twice. And right now, Christian puts the pen to the paper to underline it a third time. He does it idly, as if he didn't know what else to do with his writing utensils.

Please, come and distract him. He needs an excuse from this.
[identity profile] sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com
Claire's behind the bar today. Didn't think she would be? Well, you thought wrong. She's behind the bar and she's already cleaned and straightened everything twice. She looks tired and stressed and generally dissatisfied with life, but that's all par for the course lately.

Her smile, when she turns to face the patrons around the bar, is genuine though. But that's probably because she hasn't seen the source of her worries sitting in a booth to the side of the bar.

Yet, anyways. So take advantage of her ignorance.


"Can I get anybody anything?"


[[ooc: slowtime, please. :D]]
[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_fisshes/
A very damp hobbit wanders in the front door. His hands are pruny, and his hair is still dripping, and his lips are slightly blue. It's possible he's been swimming for too long.

He orders something warm and gets hot chocolate and a towel. He dries his hair vigorously for a moment, then picks up his hot chocolate and starts looking under tables and in corners, probably disturbing a few people as he goes.

After all, it's not every day a hobbit peers under your table and walks away for no apparant reason.
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[personal profile] bloodyrockgod
Post wedding madness, Charlie sits at the bar. His tie is undone and there's a Guinness in front of him. He's doing something he hasn't for a long time: writing on his hand with a Sharpie pen.
[identity profile] comma-sticks.livejournal.com
And Shannon's back in the bar. She looks a good deal less annoyed than the last time she was here.



[OOC: And mun is only on for a few hours. Again.]
[identity profile] leavinghim.livejournal.com
*She didn't know how it happened, but somehow she found herself inside a bar. She looks even more lost than before*
[identity profile] sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com
Claire steps behind the bar, Seth sleeping in a baby sling around her neck. She wipes down the bar's surface and straightens the extra glasses, smiling at Charlie playing guitar in the corner.



"What can I get you?"





[[ooc: 6:45 EST: Wrap or slow-time from here on out, please *bats eyelashes*]]