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All he had wanted to do was go flying. He hadn't intended on hunting, but the woods outside of wherever he was (he had no idea, but he was happy there) were quiet, the breeze was warm, and the rabbits were tasty ( Read more... )

Skellig is behind the bar tonight. He got the napkin asking him to bartend, and he accepted the offer.

However, when he asked for some snacks to serve (people are hungry, and if he can help, he will) the selection was not his usual fried Chinese food fare.

There is a bowl of gummy bears - gummy creatures, more accurately - that seem to be... ( Read more... )

Katya has not been allowed to go shopping, properly, in a long time. Sure she can get what she needs from Bar, but... shopping. It is different. So, in consequence, she hasn't been able to change her look in a while ( Read more... )

There is a man with wings sitting at a table in the main area of the bar ( Read more... )

In preparation for the new school year, which Scorpius has become determined to enjoy, he has a bit of a new look about him. His hair is shorter and neatly styled - not as floppy anymore! - and the majority of his clothes are new and tailored to fit ( Read more... )

warning for talk of drugs & death

the other day i found myself up on the corner
i thought i run into a friend of mine

There is a sorcerer sitting in the bar, in one of the darker corners, studiously and exceedingly slowly making his way through a glass of whiskey.

Some call it that.

Some call it brooding.

But of course he isn't brooding. He's Merlinian. Merlinians don't brood.

"And don't be afraid to have fun tonight," Bar's napkin says. "See you in a few hours!"

Skellig glances at the hat that has appeared next to the napkin (and his evening order of egg rolls with sweet and sour sauce) and debates for a moment, before picking up a piece of chalk and approaching the Specials board.

Happy Hour

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Leonard McCoy knows better than to let his guard down around the bar. He's been told to be careful by a certain Other more times than he cares to count.

Which is why he's sprawled on the couch, a book in his lap (a real book, gotten from the Bar as a treat), snoring, completely asleep just resting his eyes. The print is harder to read than ( Read more... )