The fellows Below could learn a thing or two from little brats with obnoxious bows. After the driving lesson that has yet to be played but zomg I can't imagine the demon will have fun, he tries to saunter up to holoMorn and get a drink.

He might be a little less than suave as he snatches up the whiskey and drinks two in a row to settle his nerves.

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Quark had no idea why, but the nagging feeling that he needed to tend bar had somewhat overtaken him this evening, and so holographic Morn has been switched off, and Quark stands behind the bar in his place ( Read more... )

Supposedly a new year and this was something important. Things were quiet in Fandom Town and they decided to open Spike's anyway for the few townies that would want a game of pool, watch TV and drink.

The OPEN light flickered on and they opened the doors for business.

[ooc -expect slow play until the mun gets on line later in the evening]

Geoff strolls up to the bar and orders a beer, then takes a seat at one of the tables and commences to people-watching.

*scribbles in notebook*

To Do:

1. Consider hiring on second bartender; pub got rather busy last evening.

2. Decide if moonshine shots profitable or not.

3. Pick up blood, two cases rum, and toothpaste.

4. Set up voicemail system. Done, and wired into both the pub and flat above.

*ponders*

*takes out blank paper*

NOW HIRING
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::Hank escorts an extremely twitchy mparker16 into the pub and sits her down at one of the tables. He then turns to the bar and addresses the bartender::

Could I please get a bottle of Glenfidditch and a glass? My friend over there is knurd and needs some drunkening up.

[The Doctor wanders in at a few minutes after seven. Not seeing CJ anywhere as of yet, he settles into a barstool and orders Glenmorangie with water, but not before attempting to unstick his foot from the floor.]

Spike's Pub

Open Mic Night

Wednesday

Bring your poetry or guitar. If you got some bleeding stupid notion of givin' a demonstration of your "performance art," I just might have to set you on fire. Consider yourself warned.

MacGyver $2 shots brought to you by myself and manofthemullet.

Entertainment potentially to feature some young lad called bloody_rockgodHave at it, ( Read more... )

*Edward straggles through the door, looking weary. There is a large cut across his nose, although it has long since stopped bleeding. He glances around once, then heads for an empty, large, circular booth.*

Continued from yesterday's opening...

Pretty girls in the pub, the Ramones on the jukebox, and heavy drapes on the windows.

Crumble some Wheetabix in my blood, toss me a packet of fags, and I'm bloody well right as rain.

*sizes up the4thsister and _gottahavefaith*

*smirks*