Amanda arrives at the bar refreshed from her room and finds a note letting her know that she is bartending tonight.

"Wonderful!!" she exlaims and takes her place behind the bar. Making a note on the Special Board.

Specials

The tent is set up just outside by the Lake, it is reminecent of a cirus tent but this year with a more winter like decor. Green and Red, mistletoe, and reaths. A wonder to behold, after all she has had a whole year to prepare this time, and she has had help ( Read more... )

The fire is burning bright and as the weather is turning colder she has decided to enjoy a nice cup of cocoa by said fire. Chunks of marshmallows floating on top. A peaceful gaze as she considers everything her life has become since arriving in Milliways.

If you are looking for someone that doesn't look hostile she would qualify.

Amanda walks to the Bar's door with Mace. Her hand reaching for the handle. Hesitating for just a moment but as she realizes that she has him by her side she finds the courage ( Read more... )

It had been a long and exhausting day. But she is still worked up and soar from her match with Mace. Turning down her bed before she starts to run a bubble bath. The steam started to rise. Taking a deep breath she inhales. Letting her hand rest just inside the water. The warmth feeling soothing.

She has been avoiding it all day but the time has come for her to clean her room. All her clothes are on her bed and little by little she is sorting through them. Seperating out the ones that were clean that now need to be dry cleaned. Throwing away the sliced shirt, hanging up those that have survived the beating of her immature rampage ( Read more... )

Amanda is sitting in her bed reading a book when the witch walks in the room. At of the corner of her eye she notices something different about Prue. Her mood perhaps has improved, no it's the smile. There is a big smile across her face. Placing the book to the side ( Read more... )

[OOC: millitimed to Saturday night]Amanda is sitting on her bed in her nightgown reading some cheesy romance novels. Every so often she turns her head and squirms at the content but can't take her eyes off of it for long. Every few pages she takes another bite from the chocolate that she has sitting on her nightstand. It's been quite since she got ( Read more... )

By now she is more hen familiar with the way to his room. Standing at the door she knows that he would that she is there if her were in but still she holds the stethiscope to the door. Not a peep could be heard. Looking around briefly to make sure that no one was coming carefully she removed her lock picks from her purse and toggled at the lock. ( Read more... )

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