After this, Henry ambles to the Bar, looking happy, and feeling good, very good ( Read more... )

[InsideMilliways: Time comes for a change - One Door closes for good.}

Out by the lake, Henry sits, thinking, watching the water. He is thinking, and wondering about his future. His door is back, and he feels a pull to it, but he has resisted so far. Home has seemed far less like home recently, and this place has started to feel like someplace he could live, someplace he could call a home. The people have welcomed him ( Read more... )

There was a Henry McCoy in the bar ( Read more... )

(millitimed to the evening) Belle stumbled into Bar, laughing and dancing. Her steps were a bit unsteady, and she seemed to be reacting to people who weren't really there ( Read more... )

Peter also has a cookie. With glass of milk.

He started to nibble on the cookie. Memories began to trickle into his head. OH God, this was bad.

He chugged the milk and finished the cookie.

Where was Ravin?!!!

Peter showed up in the bar he was so confused it wasn't even funny. He didn't know who he was... still, and he had some strange powers.

He walked through the door, that he had wanted- thanks to Bar he had gotten home fine. He found his way to Bar.

"Can I have a chocolate malt?" he asked, "Thanks, Bar."

He sat down on a stool.

One goo girl at the bar, trying to figure out why it is that men like cheating on their girlfriends with her so much. The process appears to involve large quantities of chocolate-vodka milkshake. As always, she's up for company, though she may be inclined to ask if said company is romantically involved before hitting on it.

Magazines, magazines, magazines. Only so many pretty colourful dresses and other fine clothing could keep this girl occupied. Sugar leaned her head against the back of one of the booth chairs, sighing heavily, she could go back home but she would rather not. Stopping a waitrat, she ordered a glass of water and a sweetcake. Yum. Cake ( Read more... )

Mallory has been around. She’s been working in the gardens in the mornings, and reading and practicing fencing, hanging out with Henry and doing yoga. For now, though, she is simply sitting in a booth with a tall glass of iced tea with dirt under her fingernails, grass stains on her shoes while her hair is slipping out of its ponytail, relaxing ( Read more... )