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*Cordelia walks in, looks around once, and sits down by the bar.*

Coffee with cream, please.

*Cordelia enters with a determined stride, heading for the bar. She takes out a sheet of what looks like paper, peels away a strip of transparent backing from along its upper edge, and presses it to the bulletin board, where it sticks.

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*Stalks into the bar.*

*Looks slightly sunburnt, as though the scorching of the bar has affected him physically, which is in fact the case.*

*sniffs*

What.

Did you do.

To my bar.

*growls* Someone find me some aloe....

BOOM BOOM

*Knocks gently on the bar for attention, then clears his throat and surveys the room. He announces, with a faint air of disappointment*

I am looking for a very naughty, very lazy little boy named Paul.

[Gabriel appears in an empty barstool, looking very tired, and knocks on the bar.]

Cherries, please.

[A basket of cherries pops up. Gabriel places a twenty on the bar (yeah, she wanted that many cherries) and settles back to watch the other denizens of the bar, eating her cherries.]

[OOC: Post.]

*Meg walks slowly, looking, for a change, something less than peppy. She is cheerful, but there are enormous circles under her eyes. She sits herself carefully down at the bar.*

A cup of - oh, whatever; a glass of wine, please.

[Gabriel *poof*s into the bar, looks around, and sees that Crowley and Aziraphale aren't trying to kill each other tonight. She adresses the bar at large:] Right, let's try this again. Is Bartleby here right now?

[OOC: Ex-Milliways post.]

Bartleby looks around the bar dully.

"In charge? Fine. Anyone for a drink?"