milliways_bar | Entries tagged with willow rosenberg

magick-willow.livejournal.com

Willow settles herself in a quiet corner booth to think and make notes about the herbs she needs to pick up the next time she's in the real world. She grabs a fruit punch on her way in.

dark-ex-watcher.livejournal.com

Wesley is at the bar, enjoying a Lagavulin and doing his level best not to think about unpleasant journeys to other dimensions, emotionally unpredictable fathers, or incomprehensible prophecies about his immediate future.

Unfortunately, he's never been that good at distracting himself from such things.

Perhaps someone could help him along with it.

magick-willow.livejournal.com

There's a sign pinned to the board, neatly printed in fairly girly handwriting.

We're Getting Married!!
Tara Maclay and Willow Rosenberg are getting married on February 11th and we need your help.
Seeking musicians, deities with connections to romantic honeymoon locations, and tailors/seamstresses to help us get ready for our big day. Please contact Willow Rosenberg, Room 69.

Also if Rupert Giles, Dawn and Buffy Summers, Xander Harris, Anya Jenkins (formerly the demon Anyanka), Faith Lehane, Joyce Summers, Spike (aka William the Bloody), Angel (but not Angelus please), Cordelia Chase, Andrew Wells, Wesley Wyndham-Pryce, Jenny Calendar, or anyone from Sunnydale, CA (who isn't evil) are around, please contact Willow ASAP.

Thank you.

Willow R.

P.S. Goldilocks, we need to go dress shopping soon! - WR

magick-willow.livejournal.com

Willow is sprawled in a booth, making yet another attempt on wedding vows.

magick-willow.livejournal.com

Willow Rosenberg is curled up at a table with her laptop open in front her, trying to draft wedding vows.

"I, Willow Rosenberg take thee..."

Delete delete delete

"My beloved Tara, from today..."

Delete delete delete

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

Indy is on duty behind the bar tonight. It's a typically no frills appearance, but all things considered, he appears to be in good spirits. After a quick stock check and a wipe down of the counter, he chalks the following loosely-themed offerings onto the board:

DRINKS SPECIALS

Manhattan
Bronx Terrace
Long Island Iced Tea

He then arms himself with a strong and heavily spiked cup of coffee (in case the youthful turtle boys show up again), and prepares to take some orders.

"It's Happy Hour, folks. What'll it be?"

stilljustandrew

*The front door opens, and in steps Andrew Wells with a thin roll of heavy paper under one arm, a few heavy books under the other, and a grimmer-than-usual look on his face.*

*He settles at the nearest table, puts down what he's carrying, and looks around for a waitrat.*

*The Council meeting's half over, and he's here for the intermission. This is is going to call for caffeine.*

good-witch-tara.livejournal.com

Tara walks down the stairs, smiles at the other patrons, and sits at the bar. "How about a mocha this time, bar? Still with whipped cream."

A steaming mug of mocha appears in front of her. It is topped by a rather tall pile of whipped cream and chocolate flakes. She sips at her drink.

good-witch-tara.livejournal.com

Tara comes down the stairs, tripping on the last one and nearly doing a face plant into the floor. She recovers quickly and brushes herself off, glancing around to see if anyone noticed her stumble. She smiles at the few people who look up from their drinks and proceeds to the bar. "Coffee, please. Dark as the night, sweet as a kiss."

good-witch-tara.livejournal.com

Tara bounds down the stairs and does a little spin before making her way to the bar. "One hot chocolate please. And...add a shot of brandy this time." She's feeling a little...vixeny today. The hot chocolate materializes in front of her, topped with whipped cream. She takes a sip and looks around the bar.

good-witch-tara.livejournal.com

Tara walks down the stairs and sits at the bar. It's been awhile...time flies when you're astroplaning.

"Hot chocolate, please."

A mug of hot chocolate not too hot, not too cool, appears in front of her. The whipped cream is back. She takes a sip and sighs. She's in a good mood.

magick-willow.livejournal.com

*Willow and a stack of very large old books are settled in a booth, along with a mug of hot chocolate and a notebook. She is scribbling notes to herself and trying out words in a language that isn't English*

futures_of_ash

She doesn't look innocent when she sleeps. Far from in fact, she's curled far more akin to a hound than a human, cheek cradled on her towel. Her wet hair is spread in the grass like blood, her scarred back turned towards a small fire that leaps and jumps tiredly in the growing night.

There's a plate with lunch on it as well, a sandwich with a few bites taken, a bit of fruit...it seems that the call to sleep was too great after her swim though...so, Rachel is asleep by the lake, there's room enough at the fire for more though.

eldorne-girl.livejournal.com

[Delia doesn't always wear green and/or black, thank you very much]

[sometimes she wears blue.]

[whatever she wears, though, there is still a familiarity to her walking down to the bar proper, getting a drink and a book, before moving to her normal table that will rarely go...]

[when it does, something's up]

magick-willow.livejournal.com

*Willow walks down the stairs looking well-rested and possibly a little more tanned. She grabs a lemonade and stretches out on one of the sofas*

magick-willow.livejournal.com

(OOM: The end of Goldy and Willow's day in Rome. Featuring very drunk women, vampires, singing, violence, and Gucci shoes. Enjoy.)

Current Location: Rome, Italy

magick-willow.livejournal.com

(OOM: Goldy and Willow's afternoon in Rome. Featuring fountains, Italian food, underwear, and plans for bachelorette parties...)

magick-willow.livejournal.com

(OOM: Goldy and Willow's trip to Rome, part I Featuring breakfast, lesbians, and the beginnings of a major shopping spree. Stay tuned for further installments...)

Current Location: Rome, Italy

3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com

It is a little after nine in the morning when Goldy trots downstairs and leaves notes for Miho and Lilly with Bar.

There are stylish shades pushed into her hair, and there are vaguely sensible heeled sandals that should allow plenty of walking, and maybe even some dancing. Above the latter she is wearing a fitted skirt in burgundy and a black-off-the-shoulder corset blouse. With the lace-up detailing and the billowy sleeves, she looks very matador chic. It's only a shame that she isn't going to Spain, really.

Regardless, she is grinning happily as she joins Willow; and together they head out of the front door. When it swings open there is a glimpse of a stuccoed apartment room, fairly sparse in terms of decor and furnishings, with a view of a narrow city street through a window over the bed. And then they are gone...

magick-willow.livejournal.com

*Willow wanders downstairs, yawning and stretching. She makes for a booth and curls up with a book to read*

magick-willow.livejournal.com

*Willow heads downstairs, looking leery about the possibility that she might start singing. She spins onto a barstool and sighs*

magick-willow.livejournal.com

*Willow walks downstairs with her laptop, looking contemplative. As she reaches the bottom of the steps, to her horror, she starts singing*

We couldn't be happier,
Right, dear?
Couldn't be happier
Right here
Look what we've got
A fairy-tale plot
Our very own happy ending
Where we couldn't be happier -
True, dear?
Couldn't be happier
And we're happy to share
Our ending vicariously
With all of you
She couldn't be lovelier
I couldn't feel luckier
We couldn't be happier
Because happy is what happens
When all your dreams come true!

magick-willow.livejournal.com

*Willow wanders downstairs, humming quietly and hauling a bridal magazine. She grabs a hot chocolate from the bar, shivers at the snow outside, and chooses a seat as far from the back door as she can manage*

magick-willow.livejournal.com

*Willow walks downstairs, smiling quietly and carrying a large, dusty old book. She grabs a mocha from the Bar and heads for a table in the middle of the room*

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

It's springtime in Rome, and the weather is disgustingly warm, which is why all Faith is wearing when she steps into the bar is a lightweight white sundress, lacy and surprisingly girly.

She looks very surprised to see the bar.

'Deer in the headlights' surprised, in fact.

She takes a few careful steps in, then freezes again, uncertain.

Catch her before she chickens out and flees?