After this, a week or so ago, and this, this morning, Adam drifts downstairs, smiling.

He's indefinably calmer than his usual hyperactive self, and may have one or two hickeys in evidence.

Come chat.

Adam comes in, cheerfully enough, and heads over to perch on a barstool and get a Coke float.

He keeps half an eye out for Thomas, as he almost always does.

[ OOM: A conversation between a man and his brother's dog]

[ooc: possible spoilers for Proven Guilty]

Thomas. In the bar.

Mun... needs to read his new canon. Thus he's with Mouse, the dog asleep on his feet. Thomas's feet.

It's cozy.

For his part, he sipping on a beer and letting his eyes wander around.

The door is opened and a girl of about 18 enters the bar. She's wearing blue denim dungarees over a white t-shirt and her dark hair is in two french braids and she has a small black rucksack over one shoulder. She's talking on a cell phone and paying no attention to where she is ( Read more... )

Thomas is in the bar, Mouse on his feet. It's the first time for a while, but there you go. He's never been consistant in his life and all the attempted decency in the world won't change it. Either way, incubus inna bar with some breakfast and a giant temple dog.

Smug ( Read more... )

Adam bounces out of the staff quarters, having agreed to take Mike's shift for the night, and writes up the specials.

Jade

Snake in the Grass

Salem Witch

Green Spider

And the non-alcoholic option:

Cranberry Frog

"Choose a special or name your drink, folks!"

The Blue Beetle isn't so much blue anymore as it is red, white, green, primer and maybe some blue somewhere. It's been through so much, most of the parts have been replaced or repaired so many times, I don't know if there's anything original left on it but the engine ( Read more... )

Kevin wanders out of the infirmary, frowning in thought as he studies the sheaf of test results in his hand.

It's possible he'll walk into a chair or table or two on the way to the Bar.