It was now December back home. Not much snow, more rain really. Luckily, no rain of slime for the team's sake or really their wardrobe's sake. Even though it was tis the season to be scary there ( Read more... )

Jay's latest game seems to be testing how many teetering steps he can take before falling down. The fact that the floor is solid wood doesn't seem to be dampening his enthusiasm in the slightest, at least as long as his dad's around to hold his hand and help him up when he stumbles.

Distractions would be quite welcome.

He should have known this was coming. It's been way too quiet lately. But it's still a surprise when this happens.

"...goddamn son of a mother-"

He goes on like this for some time.

"Okay, just a few more an I got this." Bill is sitting at a table grinning, the crossword is almost done! He scratches his ear with the pencil and another answer hits him. "Ha, Reba." Something happens though between him figuring the answer and him moving to write it down because when his hand touches pencil to paper it is no longer his hand ( Read more... )

Meg's sitting at the bar.

It's been a while since she was in for an extended time, though if you mentioned that to her, she'd look puzzled. Time's hard to keep track of. (She wouldn't have any idea about any mistletoe, either; is Christmas really that close ( Read more... )

A week's worth of holiday retail shifts make for one very tired quasi-demonslayer. Who is currently dozing in an armchair by the fire with a baby in his arms. TGIF, indeed.

Poke him hard enough and he'll wake up. Eventually.

The front door opens and in walks Bill grinning and laughing. Behind him is the crowded room of another bar. He waves goodbye to the people he's leaving and steps through the door letting it close behind him. Then he realizes he hasn't left the bar at all. Or has he ( Read more... )

Sometimes, Han and Leia Solo have to go do Important Things. And sometimes, Winter is away on a Mission, and Luke is way out on Yavin 4, and Wedge has Too Much Work, and no one trusts the droids with the kids. Not after the Incident ( Read more... )

Ash is on Pre-Thanksgiving Dinner Duty tonight. He's currently staked out a table adjacent to the fireplace, where he's attempting to interest the baby in the culinary wonder that is Mashed Green Stuff a la Gerber.

Jay, for his part, seems to be more interested in playing with his toes.

There's a pilot at the Bar. He has a chocolate milkshake.

Because all the cool big bad fighter pilots drink chocolate milkshakes.

He also has a plate of Oreos, but he's not really eating any; they might be to share, or they might just be for show. Can't have Wes Janson without Oreos, after all.

(It's probably both, though.)