A bloke walks into ( Read more... )

It's been a long time since Desire set foot properly in the bar: Certainly more than a year, though a few that knew this particular Endless have probably still seen Desire around -- and if anything, Desire looks a little out of sorts ( Read more... )

A bloke walks into a bar.

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

( He looks like this: )

There's a man...

Well, something like a man ( Read more... )

The door, when it opens, gives an unusually audible click. And another when it closes ( Read more... )

Bar was getting a little grumpy by the time Sam appeared for his dinner, so along with his sushi was a note. A very terse note. Sam reads it, raises his eyebrows, and then laughs ( Read more... )

[OOM: The CEO of Rosse Advertising receives a situation report from...well, an employee. Of a kind.

Millitimed to July 31st.]

It's been a long time since Lucifer brought his guitar - well, his stolen guitar - into the bar, but for no apparent reason it's lying across his lap as he sits on a table in one of the booths. If you can be bothered to notice these things, his hair is a little longer than it has been, and threatening to start to curl just the tiniest bit ( Read more... )

It's just about that time of year, isn't it? No one's told Judas, who doesn't especially know what day it is, but he's found himself feeling weak; he descends to the bar today, pulling at his collar with long fingers, and orders wine.

There's something in the air, he thinks.

Shakes his head: he must be imagining things.

Lucifer is sitting on a table looking quite absorbed in his cup of coffee. His manner is slightly more intimidating than usual, possibly to repel anyone who may be tempted to even think the word 'grandchildren' in his general direction.