In a rare moment of whim, Lexaeus is downstairs. He has a plate of roast in front of him, a beer next to his gloved hand, and his eye scanning the bar. It's obvious that he's considering something, though what is hard to say.

Carlos, on the other hand, is at the bar itself and he's very much not looking out. Perhaps he's here because he feels ( Read more... )

It's October. It's insert your own string of foul Mexican October ( Read more... )

Penny slipped in through the door, a dog at her heels. It had...been a while. Her steps held a new hesitance as she secured a chair, and her black bandages were replaced by something darker, thicker...and more structured. A coat, done body suit style. IT even had gloves, to cover her claws...and that was what she was still working through really ( Read more... )

After considering advice from a whole host of people, Billy's decided to put up a sign. He asks the bar nicely for paper and markers, and writes in his best handwriting. When he's satisfied that it's as neat as it's going to get, he posts it on a nearby wall and hopes it's noticable:


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Carlos looks a little bedraggled as he makes his way into the bar, leaning somewhat on his staff, but he makes an effort to smile as he walks to the counter.

"Just a beer, mi vidaAnd he settles in like he's just there to relax. But mostly, he's in to put in his hours for Security because he'd much rather be at home, flopped out on the couch. ( Read more... )

There's a young boy, settled at one of the tables, surrounded by girly-coloed construction paper, glitter pens, glue, and paper doilies. Also on the table, is a very large order of paradoxes and a cupcake with a candle in it.

To the Milliways Calender Day...Tyler's officially been here one year.

Come on and say hi.

After all, the bar's got great central air. Or whatever it is that keeps this place comfortable.

Los Angeles is pretty wonderful, but not during the summer months. That's when the heat is at it's hottest and just because he can take it doesn't mean he wants to. As such, when the door opens from the family restaurant, he doesn't so much walk ( Read more... )

Jack Priest, who has been avoiding just about everyone in an attempt to get a better handle on his Serbian (considering), has taken up a seat in one of the booths. He's working his way through a late lunch, early dinner, while quietly mouthing the words he's reading through every few bites. It's difficult, learning a language alone, but it's ( Read more... )

[OOM: Agnes takes Carlos to visit the Discworld. Tea is had, stew is made, and a question is very deliberately not asked.]

That's why Carlos is in the bar tonight, sitting in one of the booths. He's got the whole thing going on, man. The robes, the staff, the Desert Eagle, the frag grenades ( Read more... )