In the pale early morning light, Chris practices yoga--slow, gentle movements performed with the grace of one who's performed this for many years. It is a kind of meditation, really, a way to focus his thoughts through the ritual movements of his body.

Bridge, mountain, tree, warrior, child.

[ooc: mun may be called unexpectedly into a meeting ( Read more... )

Charlie improvises on his guitar. It sounds vaguely western, vaguely latin. If it brings to mind a lone figure on a horse, riding on a vast western plain, then it's doing what he intends.

There is, unremarkably, a Devil in the bar.

No, not the other ones.

The one with the singing tomato and the theme tune obsession.

Today, he's not singing. He doesn't have a tomato.

He has a cigarette and a glass of bourbon.

Whoohoo.

The door slams open. A BLINDING white light fills the frame. And from within resounds a HOLY VOICE.

"HHHALLO!"

No one can stop him but G.O.D. always tries,
Young Memnoch cuts through each web of spies,
He learned the game from his Uncle James,
Now he's there to remain, Memnoch (MEMNOCH, the only one)

Look out he's comin' through,
He's gotta job to do,
While he rescues the girl chases the vampire ( Read more... )

Megan toddles in. Alone. Apparently one of the doors in the Pace household decided to become a portal to the bar when Liam wasn't looking. He'll be in later, but for now, someone friendly come rescue the tinyblondecute.

*Billy enters the bar and for a second, for a weird fucking second, there's traffic noise in the bar. And for a second, a long fucking second, he doesn't seem to want to close the door. But the Bar has whiskey, so his indecision doesn't last so long. He empties a couple of wallets and slams the money on the bar, grinning as he orders a bottle, ( Read more... )

Claire steps behind the bar, somewhat nervously but still smiling.

"Can I get anybody anything?"

It's her first day on the job. Be nice to her?

[[ooc: Claire's shift is officially over. All threads to wrap soon please?]]

Susan enters the bar, orders a gin and tonic and takes a seat by the Observation window, with a view both outside and of the bar as a whole. She doesn't look in any worse a mood than she usually is.

*The sun is shining just as brightly as it did yesterday ( Read more... )