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[pubdog]

*Sirius walks in, looking vaguely as though he has been rolling in wet grass, which is not too far off the mark, but still clean and relatively tidy*

*He hesitates, then raises his hands for attention*

Good evening, ladies, gentlemen, ethereals, immortals, fates, muses, gods, all, and sundry except for Tom Riddle and AJ Crowley they can have a

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[sweet_beatrice]

Milord, how fare you this even?

[pubdog]

Beatrice! *smiles* I'm all right. Been better, but I've been worse too, so no complaints. You well?

Lady Hero for you, perhaps?

[sweet_beatrice]

I would my cousin were here...

I believe I shall limit myself to water this even, at least for a time.

[pubdog]

Water it is. *pours a glass of ice water, slides it across on a coaster*

Did I miss anything interesting last night?

[aj_crawley]

*drags himself out of his seat, and over to the bar*

You wanted a word, Mr. Black?

[pubdog]

Yeah, er. *taps fingers on bar*

All right, listen, don't smite me or anything, okay? I know I'm a mortal and you're a demon and all, that's fine, you hold the cards.

But listen, she's still having nightmares and she's hardly left my room for two days. And I really don't want to have to talk to The Landlord about what you did in here. So er.

Respectfully, please don't do it again. Because if you do I'm probably going to try to stop you, and get vapourised, and I'm not really keen on nonexistence.

*clears throat*

Deep fried paradox? *offers what looks and tastes exactly like an onion ring would not*

[aj_crawley]

*looks fixedly at a point four inches to the left and roughly a foot above Sirius' head*

Nobody is going to get vapourised, Mr. Black. And tell her... *speaking with great difficulty, forcing words out* tell her that I... regret much of what went over last night.

Er, no paradox. Thanks.

[pubdog]

*imperceptible sigh of relief*

I'll...pass that message on then.

Good to see you've....considered your actions. That's...just wanted to tell you that.

Er. Yell if you need anything.

[goodnightjulia]

*still sitting at the bar*

*stares at Sirius as if he has risen from the grave*

*thinks* So that's Black...

[pubdog]

*glances over*

*slightly unsettled by young woman staring at him*

[sweet_beatrice]

[OOC: With those eyes, you should be unsettled...

[goodnightjulia]

[OOC: Heh heh heh, you know it! *wink*]

[pretty_maids]

*wanders over, Miss Edith in hand*

A little puppy! Locked away, from sunshine, and then Falling, Falling, Falling through the air. Betrayed by the rat and killed by the Star.

Miss Edith would like tea and crumpets. Do you want to join us?

[pubdog]

Er....

*blinks*

I'm working, miss. But um.... *ducks into the kitchen* Here's some crumpets and -- *flicks wand* Some tea -- loose leaf or bagged?

whoareyouandhowdidyouknowthat

[pretty_maids]

Loose leafed. Miss Edith wants to read her fortune!

Im Drusilla. The pixies in my head told me.

[pubdog]

Loose leaf it is, miss. *arranges tea, teapot, cup* sugar? Lemon?

Er, if you had pixies in your -- you know what? Never mind. Pleasure, miss. I'm Sirius.

[marion_kerby]

Do you know how to make a pink lady?

I think I might like a whole flock of pink ladies. I've been dry for almost sixty years, and have a powerful thirst.

[pubdog]

Er...sure. On the rocks or strained?

*subtly reaches for extra-large shaker*

[marion_kerby]

Strained please. And I'll just take it in the shaker.

[pubdog]

Right, right...*pours from various bottles, adds cream and eggwhite, shakes vigourously in chilled shaker and passes across*

Sure you don't want a glass...?