An unfamiliar figure enters Milliways.  He's whistling a tune a hundred years ahead of the time he's ostensibly supposed to be from and has the tense, aggressively casual stroll of someone who's just ducked out of their kid's ballet recital to have a smoke ( Read more... )

Guppy leaves some little cards with flowers on at the bar.

( Mia, Draco and Cepheus; Enzo; Amanda; Dot, Bob and Mairi; Belle and twins; Kate Barlow; Kate Bishop; Will Scarlett; Mikey and Magellan; Gene Hunt; Ginny Weasley; Remy Hadley; Teja. )

Domino is looking extraordinarily pleased with herself. She struts into the bar, giving the room a satisfied look, before grabbing a booth and ordering a book and a tea. The kids' training is coming along great, and if they get better any faster, she'll have to stop calling them kids ( Read more... )

Coming into the bar, stalking, angry, wearing battle armor and weapons, was a Cable. Cable was, right now, not very happy. Mainly, this had to do with finding out his longtime friend, partner, and sometimes lover had betrayed him and his elite fighting force ( Read more... )

It's not, ironically, Mardis Gras in Belle's New Orleans. She's still in the middle of January, so when she comes in it's not in an elegant costume that will embarrass her children for years, but jeans and a sweater, looking more like a first grade teacher on her day off than the sexpot she intends to be when Carnival rolls around for her ( Read more... )

Belle is sitting at the bar, toying with the same scarf she was knitting in her last post. A couple days with Mattie helped her get her act together, and she's gotten into a rhythm ( Read more... )

It's rare that a glass of wine gets neglected by Belle. She's grown up with alcohol being a comfort and pleasure. So the fact that she's concentrating on something harder than her drink is somewhat out of character ( Read more... )

There is intermittent whistling coming from one of the booths. It's coming from three people. One person is good at it, two others are not ( Read more... )

So, an assassin walks into a bar. Oh, wait, you've heard this one before? Alright then. How about this ( Read more... )

Though she had washed her face and put on make-up, it was obvious that Belle hadn't slept the previous night. If you couldn't tell from her puffy, strained, face, the large coffee mug in her hands spoke volumes.

Her eyes were trained on the door, waiting for someone she wasn't sure would come back.