At the bar: a somewhat grim looking Man in Black, studying a small vial containing a strange, black, oil-like substance ( Read more... )

There's been a lot of newbies, Tony can see, so there might be a lot of business tonight! Or there might not--either or, the tide of business ebbs and flows. Tony takes it all in stride.

As usual, the specials are on the board:

Lady Godiva
The Lady in Red
Lady L
Irish Lady

And there's a Tony behind the bar. What can he get you?

It is said that a true friend remembers your birthday but not your age. It is also said that birthdays are nature's way of telling us to eat more cake. It's unlikely that any of Goldy's friends will be able to comply with the first maxim since she has failed to inform anyone of the date, nor does she actually know how old she is. But there is one ( Read more... )

Cywyllog is sitting at a table, chin resting on her hands, staring directly at the door. Except the door isn't there.

After the last couple of days, this is the last thing she needs.

Come bother her before she starts weeping.

Cywyllog is in the bar again and in short, she looks like hell. Not the fun, bruisey hell she looked like a few weeks ago, but a nice, miserable, emotional hell.

As per her usual, she orders a cup of tea and then proceeds to the fireplace area. She doesn't even notice the door disappear behind her.

In times gone by there used to be a double act who graced the bar with their unique repartee once a week, and doled out discounted drinks to boot. Due to the stresses of life, they haven't been seen behind the bar much lately. But tonight, they're back, if only because they could use the money to pay off Mike's recent grocery expenditures ( Read more... )

Cypher seems to have anticipated a holiday he has no idea is even occuring - he comes down to the bar in his version of Dressy Clothes, which means a nice black blazer with a knit lime-green shirt underneath and if you saw the movie you've seen this outfit. It's a change of pace from leather and sunglasses. Hey, leather chafes ( Read more... )

Angel inna bar, to say nothing of the skirt. His mind, however, might well be somewhere else.
Sunny Santa Fe would be nice.
He's over by the fireplace, with cooling hot chocolate and the remnants of dinner, drumming his fingers on the arm of the couch.

Short Californian warlock at a table, deep in concentration over his books.

Come say hi.

The shorter days mean less time for outdoor pursuits, and more time kicking one's heels in the bar. However, the weather today has been so foul that it kept Goldilocks inside for the duration. And that's saying something.

So, more bored than usual, and garbed in a plum fleece hoodie and jeans, Goldy is in her usual comfortable repose by the fire. ( Read more... )