Happy Hour
Bernard strides out of the Staff Wing, stretching and smiling.
Good dinner tonight.
He walks behind Bar, and flips a towel over his shoulder.
"Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour. Specials tonight are... fuck it. I have an infant at home. Pick your own damn specials."
[ooc: OMG you guys, I meant it when I said 1am. No more.]
Good dinner tonight.
He walks behind Bar, and flips a towel over his shoulder.
"Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour. Specials tonight are... fuck it. I have an infant at home. Pick your own damn specials."
[ooc: OMG you guys, I meant it when I said 1am. No more.]