They're floating somewhere near Santo at the moment, and Mal's high on the horse after a job that actually didn't have too many complications to it.

So he's in the bar like he totally has been forever and ever clearly and finding an honest-to-God ale at not quite 10 am.

What? It's fiber.

[ooc: Slowness re: work, etc.]

The Bar is always quiet at this time of night. Jason prefers it that way. He has a plate of fried, crispy, unhealthy, delicious things, and a beer, and a laptop computer which is currently showing a map of Gotham City. It's not hugely exciting but it seems to have all his attention.

For once he is not wearing a mask. (He's armed, though. Of

Mel is kicking back outside, on the grass near the garden, with a large plate of fried paradoxes and a book, neither of which she's really paying attention to, because her head is resting on her arms. Stampy is curled up, trunk around her head, to make a perfect bookstand. Gates, the four armed spider monkey demon, is splayed out neck to her, arms ( Read more... )

[Out of Milliways:

Ten days ago, Jason took Mel to meet  - someone - in hospital]

Your Security Officer for the evening comes into the bar from the Staff Quarters, hops on to the bar at that end, and then walks on her hands for the entire length of the bar, interupted only by the occasional cartwheel or somersault. Then she flips onto a stool at the far end and orders herself a Tequila and a plate of fried paradoxes.

They are

There is avoidance and there is hiding. Rachel refuses to admit to ever doing the latter, and only ever reluctantly admits to the former. So it's less than a week of total absence from the bar before she's in it again ( Read more... )

There was a young masked man in the bar.

Then there was a sting, and a moment's reverie, and then there was the most beautiful girl in the world and she was looking back at him, and then Jason made some vague excuses and left the bar with less than his usual grace and more than his usual haste ( Read more... )

A napkin appears as Rachel gets up from her seat, requesting her presence for a Very Important Job. Rachel hesitates, glances toward the stairs, but nods. She's been here too long and suspects she's in too much debt to turn down a job. When she doesn't come back upstairs, she imagines Tobias will come looking for her ( Read more... )

There's a nervous looking woman stood behind the bar chalking up the specials on the board.

Specials
Class Act
Apple Martini
English Highball

Barbara Gordon hasn't slept in over 48 hours by now. And so far she's managed to avoid the temptation of asking for anything other than coffee from the bar to keep her going ( Read more... )