It's late November in Gotham. The air has turned crisp, everyone is eating turkey sandwiches, and the Christmas displays at Shreck's Department Store are as garish and tacky as ever. And yet Knox isn't in a Christmas mood. Bar time, he's beginning to think, is more real to him of late. Which he doesn't mind at all since he had a much better ( Read more... )

There was a Henry McCoy in the bar ( Read more... )

Santi is in the bar.  Tucked in the very, very, very, very darkest out of the way corner he can possibly find.

He is only in the bar because someone outside was shooting this morning.  Otherwise, there would be no way.

As it is, he's making himself as inconspicuous as possible.  Given the blood, this is difficult.

[OOM: Jim has a long day and a tough loss in his life.Jim entered the Bar, a little surprised that he found a door at this hour. He was out of his jacket, and he looked tired. But he sensed that maybe the Bar wanted him to be here for some reason. To study his mood? To offer him one more drink in solace and salute? Or maybe just to let him ( Read more... )

The Customer is in Bar. She has a small radio next to her, and it's playing a tape of something instrumental and vaguely sexy. Her eyes are closed, and her body sways a bit to the music, the red dress shifting and catching the light. She moves like a she's hypnotized, and looks peaceful.

This song is one she enjoys a great deal.

At the end of the day, he just wants to be loved ( Read more... )

Hippie poet inna bar tonight ( Read more... )

The gun shot still rings in her ears when the Customer walks into the door ( Read more... )