Lucas is sitting in some advantageous corner of the room, people-watching as usual.

...

Is that... Shipwreck? In the bar? No, it can't be!

But it is!

I'll be damned. He slumps into the bar and throws himself down into the first chair he sees.

Rough night, I suppose.

Lucas is perched on a stool at the end of the bar, people-watching. When did he come downstairs, and what has he been doing up there all this time? Who knows.

Lane walks in and looks around. This is supposed to be Luke's and is obviously Milliways. Don't tell Luke But she kinda likes Milliways. If they wanted another waitress she might be tempted to just stay. again, don't tell Luke. She looks around, looking for a place to land.

The puff of smoke that brings George Weasley to the Bar is neither colorful nor impressive. It's rather gray and well, a dud. Dudish. Dudley-ish. Ha.

George makes his way to the bar counter and orders a butterbeer, sulking too much to even order something to get him properly drunk. Besides, he doesn't want to be that pathetic ( Read more... )

Lane walks in, through Luke's but she was trying to get here. This is the first time she has wanted to get here and it worked. YAY! She has her cd walkman. She sits at a booth and listens to her music.

And here's Lucas, sitting on top of a booth swinging his feet. He looks ever so slightly bored. Please entertain him.