Ryan walks in laughing as he looks around. This wasn't were he was expecting to be, He was sure he was walking in to a bar with a friend from work. Well he ends up in a bar but the friend not so much, He's just glad that he got the punch line of the joke before he walked in.

Ryan walks in as he sits in a booth as he just sighs and orders a beer. There are times you need a drink. There are times you want a drink. As a person with addictions it's important to know the difference. Tonight he just wants it. Because something about what he's seen this week at work says he needs to take a deep breath and relax.

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Ryan stretches as he walks in to the door then looks around this wasn't the bathroom to his house. He looks down glad he had on his PJ pants. Not as happy that they are his Garfield ones. Running a hand through his hair he yawns. It could be worse.

Michael is so relieved to see the bar, there are hardly even words. Even more so to see that Christmas is over here - back in Miami, he's had to succumb to his mother's emotional blackmail and so there is an excruciating dinner in progress, all full of false happiness and overcompensation. And just the two of them because Nate is off doing ( Read more... )

Hey, look, it's a Ianto with his jacket off and his sleeves rolled up. That can only mean one thing:

Today's specials
COFFEE
any way you like it

Well, it gets him out of the house Hub, anyway.

[tiny tag: Chandler Bing]

It's a very dressed up Meg who turns up at the end of the universe this evening, in a favorite long green dress, with her hair pinned up, and three-inch heels on.

And it's a Meg who's kind of grateful to have an excuse to find a comfortable chair, take those heels off for a few moments, put her feet up, order a cup of tea, and rest.

Company

Alice Cullen sits at the bar, her feet neatly tucked against the rails of her stool. She's looking at paperwork and photos of a villa...the villa her husband bought her a few weeks ago ( Read more... )

Ryan walks in and smiles as he looks around this is a good place to be. He's kind of glad he came in here. At least he's unlikely to run in to fans of the last victim he had to solve her murder. Or he didn't think he would. So he settles at a table then leans back in the booth as he thinks of what to order. He's not opposed to company.

One fussy, and messy alpha and slightly frazzled mother come into the bar and recieve a note.

"I know my tab is paid up, I paid it up from my account..."

Another note, one which only Dot gets to read.

"...fine.Should have know you'd play that card one of these days..." Dot grumbles, getting Mairi into a babyseat on the bar, and writing the ( Read more... )

Ryan's door is back. He's having one last drink before walking though it. A simple Club soda and lime today, He can nod go back to the job with liquor on the breath or in his system. He also skips the meal that would be helpful. Unsure what he's walking back in to ( Read more... )