Some time during the afternoon, two completely different people, upon noticing that the bar had been unmanned for quite some time, came to the exact same conclusion and had the exact same solution ( Read more... )

There's an assassin in a bar ( Read more... )

To say that Domino had had a craptastic day would be an understatement, and also slight misinformation.

Most of the day had gone just fine, but things had gone downhill, and fast, once people had started shooting, because that was exactly the kind of thing you did when you were out shopping with the kids ( Read more... )

It had been a while since Domino had been to the bar. A while and a couple jobs at that ( Read more... )

"Underground, overground, Wombling free,
The Wombles of Wimbledon Common are we."

Sings a little voice under the table.

Wellington's winding wool into balls.

( OOM: In which there is cuddling between Abigail Whistler and King, and maybe brief romance, but that's to be expected. That was last night)

Hannibal King had spent the night at the bar, and was planning on spending another couple nights, just to heal a bit from the wounds he sustained from his current fight. Current - meaning that it was still ( Read more... )

Domino cursed when she found the bar instead of her room, and cursed again when the door refused to open. She glowered at it, then sighed, shaking her head and going to get a bottle of whiskey from Bar before sulking her way to a booth ( Read more... )

Domino had a job to gear up for, so she was taking full advantage of the timeslip in the bar to clean her guns. She'd taken over a booth, toolbox on the seat beside her, spreading an oilcloth out to work.

The Colt was always first, after all it was the only one she really considered hers since it was the one that had been a gift. Domino, it ( Read more... )

Bobby doesn't look up when the door swings open -- he just pushes it on past, eyes on the huge book open in one hand, palm cradling the spine, thumb and fingers supporting each side.

Click, goes the door behind him. And as soon as it closes, Bobby looks up.

(Peripheral vision: what's around him is not the shed, and the locked cabinet with the ( Read more... )

There are a lot of animals in the bar.

Sam notices this as soon as he comes downstairs. He stops, grinning, and looks around for the cause-- although as to what it could be or what he could do about it he hasn't a clue.

It's not the only thing he doesn't have any idea about these days, and that thought is enough to wipe the smile from his face ( Read more... )