Tending Bar

[wizard_dresden]

Shut up - I know I'm late. No, you don't want to hear about the day I've had. No, I'm not going to tell you anyway. Yes, that's my cat sitting on the bar instead of a skull. Don't ask. Just order a drink, okay

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[princeinexile]

Zuko comes to the bar but not for himself. The two dogs that flank him -- giant, great gray hounds of indeterminable breed -- help keep him upright, but he says, "Just food for the dogs, Bar."

Not to Harry. But--

It's not like Harry -- or Mister, if he's IN there and it's not Bob -- will miss Two Big Friggin' Dogs.

[wizard_dresden]

First, my cat goes sort of nuts. Mister doesn't really like dogs much.

Second, "What the hell happened to you that you need dog-crutches?"

[princeinexile]

Gifr and Gheri just look at Mister like he's got something wrong with him. They're the most docile giant dogs ever. Big, lovey cuddly furballs.

Zuko, on the other hand, just shrugs. "What didn't happen is a better question."

His cheekbones are too sharp, shadows no his face. Collarbone stand high under the ring on a chain around his neck. Too thin, too tight, nothing good is here, Harry Dresden.

You've seen people tortured with magic, Harry. It's just rare that you seen a sixteen year old with the tenacity enough to stand about and be blase about it.

[wizard_dresden]

"That good huh? I've had days like that. And don't worry about Mister. Bob's got him under control."

I put food down for the dogs - only ones I've seen that are bigger than Mouse.

"You need anything?"

[command_dot_com]

Green-skinned lady approaching daintily, Harry. What do you do?

Dot scootches up onto a bar stool before smiling up at the current bartending. "Woozy Eliza please, heavy on the Mac."

She loves doing stuff like this.

[wizard_dresden]

I arch an eyebrow at her. "Beg your pardon? Is that in the handy-dandy drink book?" The large thing that I do NOT drag out and drop on the bar, because last time, I almost crushed a foot under it.

[command_dot_com]

"Probably not, unless it's got a section on dataform life." So much fun. see? She's smiling at you.

"If not I'll just take a glass of Ray's Green Stuff, should be on tap."

[wizard_dresden]

"I'm gonna have to start wearing a sign that says 'Wizard: Knows nothing about computers'. Make my life easier - maybe."

Green Stuff huh?

"The green handle beside the funny shaped blue one," says the cat with the glowy-orange eyes.

"I found it." And I pass the... lady... her drink.

[lostworldhunter]

Roxton leads the way over. "Excuse me, sir," he says, offering a friendly smile.

"We were told there might be some bones somewhere in here. I don't suppose you might know anything about that?"

Forgive them, they're new.

[wizard_dresden]

"Bones? As in deceased member of the animal kingdom?" Because that's kind of odd, really. "Haven't seen any, but that doesn't mean they're not here."

[unknownheiress]

Marguerite follows Roxton docilely. When the (rather cute) barman turns in their direction, she smiles and waves to him.

Well, one never knows one's luck. Especially when one is new.

[lostworldhunter]

Roxton shakes his head. "Afraid not," he says seriously. "They belong to a man named Alfred Lapprand. His wife said they were in this cave." He looks around, grinning a bit.

"It seems like somebody's redecorated."

[capt_angie]

So theres a little girl, not much older than eight or so, standing at the bar watching the cat. Clamped in her arms is a cat of her own, a small black kitten with a red collar.

"Is that your cat?" she asks the man standing behind the bar.

[wizard_dresden]

There's something oddly familiar about this girl.

"Yup. His name's Mister."

I nod toward the cat she's holding. "That your cat?"

[capt_angie]

The little girl nods. "His name's Quaffle. I got him for my birthday."

[wizard_dresden]

"Oh. Quaffle - isn't that a part of that game?"

The one that I can't remember the name of - ever.