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[gil_whimple]

* dashes in apron all awry. approaches the bar at speed then stops and takes a deep breath - makes a calming motion with both hands

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[pubdog]

Can we please.

Go a single night.

Without the ethereals causing problems? I mean, they complain about us, but you don't see any dead animagi or fauns or turtles in the freezer.

Er.

Do you? *worried look*

[gil_whimple]

*pats Sirius's arm reassuringly*

There's no room it's full of angel.

[pubdog]

Small mercies, I suppose.

Would it be disrespectful to, er....the feathers, you suppose? Make a brilliant down quilt, I reckon.

[gil_whimple]

I was thinking that maybe some of the pin feather could be used to repair Bartleby? I read about it in a book on falconry once.

And yes it would make a super quilt - if we can just persuade the Archangel Michael to keep his teeth to himself

[pubdog]

And it's not like he'd miss them. Being dead and all. *air of a man trying to convince himself* And you know. Angels like to be helpful. I'm sure he'd want us to make sure something good came out of all this. Like a quilt.

[leplusbeau]

*pops in for a moment*

He can be 'elpful by staying! All bars need a dead thing. Ever bar haz one! He can be ours. And we can put him in bed with the drunk onez to deter bad behaviour. Iz a good idea.

[anthy_rosebride]

That sounds like a wonderful idea.

[leplusbeau]

Oui, ze important people agree. We should put him in a corner with un drink and call him Bob.

[anthy_rosebride]

*looks delighted*

We shall call him Bob. And he shall be our Bob.

[leplusbeau]

*sing song* Et, nobody beats our Bob!

[gil_whimple]

And nobody eats your Bob either!

[leplusbeau]

*bouncing on the balls of her feet*

Mais, we can keep him? Can we? S'il vous plaît? Bob wantz to stay!

[anthy_rosebride]

*looks hopeful and has big pleading eyes*

[pubdog]

*lifts eyebrow* Are you saying angel corpse in there is standard equipment?

I don't think I want to have to drag him around and shove him in bed with everyone who gets drunk in this bar. You, for one, would scream the walls down. *winks*

[leplusbeau]

Poor poor Bob. He iz lonely. He wants to join us. Let him join us!

Maybe...he juste sits. We can give him beer. Et vin. Et rub his wings for luck.

I would do not zuch thing. He iz dead. How can he make me scream?

[pubdog]

Are you telling me if you woke up in bed with a dead angel the first thing you'd do wouldn't be screaming?

pleasedon'tsayyou'dcuddlehim.