So, I found Bob... turns out he's had quite a bit of fun since he's been here.

He mentioned something about Nick and David (whoever he is) giving Alex (whoever he is) a birthday present... and why do I get the feeling that I really don't want to know what that gift was?

Really.

Think I'll find a nice place at the bar to sit.

*Billy's in the bar, 'cos he's a glutton for punishment.

No, really*

I wander out of the kitchens occasionally. Every once in a while, my mind pulls free from the monotony of my position and demands that I venture forth into that great sea of fools one could, if one was feeling generous, in fact, call the general crowd here at the bar. While generally cleaner and more polite than the crowd I grew up with at ( Read more... )

*The sun is shining just as brightly as it did yesterday ( Read more... )

* Indy is not in the mood for happy hour fun tonight. Ignoring the 243 in progress on the other side of the room, he orders a whiskey from Bernard and retreats to a table in a more quiet part of the bar. After a chuckle at the fracas and an idle perusal of tonight's other customers, he pulls another egg out his pocket carefully ( Read more... )

[Post/Pre-Milliways: Hyde's room* Hyde, Mike and Indy appear at the top of the stairs chuckling to each other. Hyde and Mike head on down while Indy seems to notice an interesting mark on the wall which he proceeds to stare at for several minutes ( Read more... )

*The door to the bar bursts open ( Read more... )

Hyde keeps wandering through the bar and out the lake door and back again. He has a blanket draped over his arm, like the weird velour kind you'd find in a hotel room. First he gets a chair, and brings that outside. He comes back inside ( Read more... )

Armand stands on a chair beside an undecorated 10-foot pine tree, and shouts over the noise of the bar.

"'Scuse me, if you'd all be so kind, we're decorating the Christmas Tree now. It's tradition on my Earth to decorate a tree twelve days before the day of Christmas, and to take it down twelve days after again ( Read more... )

* Indy ambles downstairs nonchalantly with his leather jacket slung casually over one shoulder. Ever since the nutty mayhem of several weeks ago, he's kept a rather low profile. Half a day of unconsciousness under the bar in a pool of someone else's vomit tends to do that to a person. He has kept to shadowy back tables, drunk very little and talked ( Read more... )