So a bloke walks into a bar... in a tuxedo. Whut ( Read more... )

It's amazing how some things never change. Somehow, 20-year-old John has adopted the same exact bar stool as his 57-year-old future self. It's not difficult to explain; it's on the short end of the Bar, the return around the corner of the long front, so he has his back to the wall and a full view of the entire premises ( Read more... )

Gene had been told to stay off his injured knee for about five days. Of course, that meant that he'd ditched the crutches as soon as he got upstairs and had decided that the next morning was the perfect time to take himself horseriding again.

So the morning after that, when he couldn't walk on the thing at all and had run out of Scotch upstairs, it ( Read more... )

A bloke walks into ( Read more... )

A bloke walks into a bar.

...um... well.... no. A bloke staggers into a bar.

( He looks like this: )

Ianto is a few minutes early for his shift: there's a conversation he needs to have first ( Read more... )

Oi oi oi! Wot's all this then? It's a bloke walking into a bar, that's what. He's in shirtsleeves with sweatstains under his armpits, his tie pulled down, his sleeves rolled up, and his trenchcoat carried over one arm ( Read more... )

A bloke walks into a bar and shuts the door behind him, leaning against it and closing his eyes for a moment ( Read more... )

Well well, wot's all this then ( Read more... )

He's up in the rafters right above the bar. He's watching the comings and goings. But he's also trying to study what's behind the bar. The vast array of bottles, which seem to vary almost at random. The rats managing to use the beer taps even though they lack the height and reach to use them. The dirty dishes that disappear, sometimes to be ( Read more... )