Willow settles herself in a quiet corner booth to think and make notes about the herbs she needs to pick up the next time she's in the real world. She grabs a fruit punch on her way in.

Wesley is at the bar, enjoying a Lagavulin and doing his level best not to think about unpleasant journeys to other dimensions, emotionally unpredictable fathers, or incomprehensible prophecies about his immediate future.

Unfortunately, he's never been that good at distracting himself from such things.

Perhaps someone could help him along with it

There's a sign pinned to the board, neatly printed in fairly girly handwriting.

We're Getting Married!!Tara Maclay and Willow Rosenberg are getting married on February 11th and we need your help ( Read more... )

Willow is sprawled in a booth, making yet another attempt on wedding vows.

Willow Rosenberg is curled up at a table with her laptop open in front her, trying to draft wedding vows.

"I, Willow Rosenberg take thee..."

Delete delete delete

"My beloved Tara, from today..."

Delete delete delete

Indy is on duty behind the bar tonight. It's a typically no frills appearance, but all things considered, he appears to be in good spirits. After a quick stock check and a wipe down of the counter, he chalks the following loosely-themed offerings onto the board:

DRINKS SPECIALS

Manhattan
Bronx Terrace
Long Island Iced TeaHe then arms himself with ( Read more... )

*The front door opens, and in steps Andrew Wells with a thin roll of heavy paper under one arm, a few heavy books under the other, and a grimmer-than-usual look on his face ( Read more... )

Tara walks down the stairs, smiles at the other patrons, and sits at the bar. "How about a mocha this time, bar? Still with whipped cream."

A steaming mug of mocha appears in front of her. It is topped by a rather tall pile of whipped cream and chocolate flakes. She sips at her drink.

Tara comes down the stairs, tripping on the last one and nearly doing a face plant into the floor. She recovers quickly and brushes herself off, glancing around to see if anyone noticed her stumble. She smiles at the few people who look up from their drinks and proceeds to the bar. "Coffee, please. Dark as the night, sweet as a kiss."

Tara bounds down the stairs and does a little spin before making her way to the bar. "One hot chocolate please. And...add a shot of brandy this time." She's feeling a little...vixeny today. The hot chocolate materializes in front of her, topped with whipped cream. She takes a sip and looks around the bar.