Mitt's blowing on his fingers as he walks in, they're red-white and wrinkled like prunes from a night's work on the fishing boat ( Read more... )

If George was aware of the bar's date, he probably feel more guilty and reflective. Even though he hasn't practiced since the incident up in Scotland, he was still aware of major holidays. Especially the High Holy Days. He did have much to feel sorry for.  Like that whole bad business around full moons nowadays for the past two years.

As it was he ( Read more... )

Okay, well ( Read more... )

[Upstairs: the ones you love never truly leave you, they say.]When Piotr comes downstairs, it's with a bag slung over one shoulder, and -- about two steps down the stairs -- in a red-and-blue-and-yellow spandex costume. It has big shoulder pads. And tall boots, and blue tights, and red wristlets. It is, on the whole, very colorful ( Read more... )

Mitt is whistling smugly as he pushes the door open with shoulder. "Hey, Milda ( Read more... )

X, dressed in black and yellow and slighty dust-covered, strides through the door ( Read more... )

The front door swings open and Bill walks in in uniform, one hand cradling the right side of his face. A brief glance around then he lets the door close behind him and heads for the counter ( Read more... )

It's been a long time, for Mary, since she was in Milliways ( Read more... )

"Hey!" Mitt says with cocky grin, as he walks through the door. "You're payin' some flaming attention, you are. Catching me before the suns up'n'shining already ( Read more... )

Angela is settled at a table just slightly off to the side. She's ignoring the half-empty wine glass next to her in favor of concentrating on the elaborate house of cards she's built.

She's holding her breath, putting the queen of diamonds very carefully in her place.

[OOC: The house of cards is fair game -- feel free to knock it over, add to ( Read more... )