Duo sits at the bar. He has a mostly empty beer in one hand, and a half thoughtful, half zoned-out expression on his face.

He might be staring at you. Sorry.

[OOC: Er, you might want to ping before tagging. You'll see why in a second.]

Here is the proverbial person you haven't seen in a long time ( Read more... )

Jack lets himself behind the Bar and pats the top. "Have a rest now, dear."

A napkin with an admonishing message appears on the top. Jack reads it with a wince and pats the top again. "It's entirely my fault. It won't happen again."

The Bar has an air of "it had better not" as she settles in to rest.

Tonight's Specials
Snakebite #3
Mellow ( Read more... )

This time, when Dinah enters the bar, she's come prepared ( Read more... )

There are a lot of things Steph hasn't been for a long time. Alive, for example (she only realised yesterday that her hair hasn't grown in nearly three years). Helpless (she's grown out of that forever -- she hopes). Annoying (okay, well....). Zuko's girlfriend. (You can tell she's over that one, because she's no longer talking constantly about how ( Read more... )

He wasn't a bad officer, I guess. He loved his boys and they felt safe with him. He was one of those guys that had that weird light around him. You just knew he wasn't gonna get so much as a scratch here.

"Look, Timmy, I want the boys out of there in under an hour. You got that? I want the choppers out. I want all of my wounded treated, and -- god ( Read more... )

Out of Milliways: A trip to Hyde Park.

Warnings for a grown man talking babytalk.

The man who walks through the door feels a lot older and looks very familiar. To everyone else, he's the friendly neighborhood axe murderer store manager. To himself, he's--well, not himself. Look, he's made a career out of pretending to be other people, but pretending to be someone he knows, vaguely, someone who creeps him the fuck out on ( Read more... )

*The front door opens, and Andrew steps in. And stumbles slightly as his sneakers are replaced with boots.*

*He glances down, plucks at the front of his shirt with a resigned sigh, and heads on into the bar. He's looking for his cousin, and then for somebody else.*

From Russia with reminiscence.