While not one usually to succumb to such things, Dominic has taken one of the couches by the fire, back against one of the arms, legs stretched out on the seat. There's a folder on his lap, and he's going through the contents in a somewhat detached manner. He's slightly more involved in the fact that the jukebox (apparently dormant - or at least in ( Read more... )

Dick Winters comes in with a slight limp. It's nothing he'll complain about, not really. He sits down at the nearest (unoccupied) table, taking off his helmet and placing it on the tabletop once he's properly settled. The bar as a whole is still something he's not completely at ease with, but the brief reprieve is still something he appreciates. ( Read more... )

When Dick Winters approaches the bar, he's confronted by a small napkin. Picking it up in one hand, he laughs silently when he sees what it says.

"You sure about that?" he asks, shrugging when another napkin appears. Making his way behind the bar, he straightens out his shirt before writing on the specials board.

Specials

Eagle Eye
Easy Does It
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It doesn't surprise Joan so much when she finds herself here a second time. That she can handle ( Read more... )

Dick Winters, as it so happens, has stumbled in from the airfield.

After a brief moment of wondering, 'Why now?' he resigns himself to a table, setting his gear down in one of the empty chairs ( Read more... )

Dick Winters had never expected to find himself on the other side of the bar.

(For starters, he hadn't expected to find himself in the bar in the first place ( Read more... )

As far as Dick Winters is concerned, if he spends time in Milliways, he might as well use it while being productive. In this case, he's opted for a swim out in the lake. If one is so inclined, they'll be able to spot a head of red-copper hair bobbing in and out of the water, and a small, neatly folded pile of clothing and a white towel by the shore ( Read more... )

A girl in a giant yellow teddy bear suit walks into a bar.

Yes, you read that right.

She pulls the head down off its shoulders, shaking her blonde hair free, and blows a few stray strands out of her face.

"... huh."

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Aldbourne was a nice place.

Nice people, nice scenery, nice almost everything, but being falsely accused of failing to perform his duties fit nowhere in Dick Winters' definition of nice.

This is, really, the sole reason that the normally nothing-if-not-polite soldier looks as sour as he does (although he's really rather more stoic than sour), a ( Read more... )

It's been a couple of days since Lewis Nixon nearly got his head blown off standing on a road in Holland. A couple of days since the massive hangover that followed, too, thanks largely to the amount of whiskey he had gone through while sitting at a corner table in Milliways ( Read more... )