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[the_woodpecker]

*Paper-white, Bernard walks behind the bar from his table where Charlie Weasley and Crowley still sit talking amiably. He takes a deep breath and lights a new cigarette off the old one.*

Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour

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[henry_jones_jr]

* Naturally Indy is at the bar, regardless of whether he's got an entrance post or not. He hears the magic words and he's leaning over the counter like lightning *

Happy New Year Bernard! Good to see you back here... I'll take a Bushmill's. And just keep 'em comin' if you don't care.

* old habits die hard *

...on second thoughts... just the one for now.

[the_woodpecker]

*Pours his drink, watching out of the corner of his eye as Charlie looks a little pale. Fuck. Damn Crowley to fucking Hell.*

Happy New Year, Doctor Jones. *He flashes him a grin and pours his drink*

Good to be back.

[henry_jones_jr]

Cheers! * clinky *

And the bar's all fixed up again as well. Thank God. So... uh... everything's okay again... right?

[the_woodpecker]

*He's distracted*

Sure. Peachy.

*He focuses on Indy*

You?

[prince_arithon]

Leaving his bundle at his table (because anyone stupid enough to steal a sorcerer's belongings deserves to be brilliant pink and orange) he approaches the bar,

"Good evening. A Guinness, if you would. And whatever special you deem fit."

The Master of Shadows is small. Very small. 5'2", possibly 130lbs soaking wet. However, up close, he does not look like a child: mid-twenties or so. He's wearing a somewhat insane mis-mash of High Fantasy shirt and boots with Civil War era hat, coat, and jeans.

[the_woodpecker]

*Bernard looks Arithon up and down and pulls him a pint.*

Here you go.

*As he sets the pint down, a plate of corned beef and cabbage with all the trimmings appears. He grins.*

Looks like the bar has decided what you want this evening.

[prince_arithon]

He looks at the meal, then smiles up at the bartender;

"As I have no idea what 'Irish' is, I will have to be grateful to...her?"

The smile is honest enough, but, rather at odds with the majority of the lines on his face.

[the_woodpecker]

*He raises an eyebrow.*

Ah. Ireland is a country on Earth. Known for good booze and oddly appealing food.

I take it you're not from there.

[andmisterhyde]

[OOC: If it's alright, I'll probably be slowthreading this.]

Hyde steps up to the bar and plunks his elbows down on the counter. He hasn't met a whole lot of the bartenders yet, now's as good a time as any. So he nods to the redhead and, er, tries his luck.

"Hey, man. Can I get a pint of Guinness?"

[the_woodpecker]

[ooc: That's fine, I am swamped.]

Sure thing.

*He pulls the pint.*

Haven't seen you here before. You new?

[andmisterhyde]

[OOC: Coo'. Wanted to at least have Hyde meet Bernard. He -is- underage, by the way. ;)]

Hyde smiles. That was delightfully easy - none of that crap he got from Dionysus.

"Awesome, thanks man." He raises the pint to his lips and takes a nice long sip. "Ahh, good beer. Yeah, I haven't been around long. Couple weeks, maybe?"

[the_woodpecker]

[ooc: Aw, crap. Well. It's good to be the Barman.]

*As Hyde sets his Guinness down, Bernard's eyes narrow suspiciously, and it changes to Coke.*

*He holds out a hand*

Bernard Wrangle, Head Barman. How old are you?

[aj_crawley]

*Crowley extracts himself from his conversation with Charlie and flees makes his way over to the bar*

Well.

That was interesting.

[the_woodpecker]

Motherfucker.

[aj_crawley]

Oh sod off, I didn't say anything.

[the_woodpecker]

Didn't say anything? *he's nearly shouting* Didn't say anything, Crowley?

*he fumbles with his matches and lights a cigarette shakily*

I think you said enough.

[smallestopener]

*Ingress peeks out from the House of Arch painting. She sees a familiar red head behind the bar and scurries to the bar, clambering up onto a barstool despite the ballerina tutu, gypsy shawl, sword belt with dangling plastic sword, and pointed princess hat she's wearing*

Bernard! Bernard! Tom said you were all better!

[the_woodpecker]

*Bernard grins and laughs, delighted*

Ingress!

*He leans on the bar, now at face-level.*

You look smashing, my dear. What can I get you?

[smallestopener]

*She giggles back*

A milkshake, silly! Had you forgotten?

[the_woodpecker]

*A chocolate milkshake appears on the bar. It has a cherry on top.*

There you go, sweetheart. Now. Tell me how you've been. How's Megwyn?