Not content to just sit and people-watch for familiar faces or amusement value, but not yet ready to go home, Demyx has decided to make himself useful.

So he's got his sitar out and is strumming away at it.

He has managed to get paper and some markers. On the table there is now a table-tent that reads:

REQUESTS ARE FREE BUT DONATIONS ARE ♥
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Tonight's Specials
Salt and Pepper Martini
Long Kiss Goodnight Martini
Hazelnut Martini

All other martinis half-price

It's entirely possible Jack choose tonight's theme because he wants to show off his martini-shaking skills.

"Welcome to Happy Hour. What can I get you?"

[Tiny tags: Virginia Gray, Maj. Evan Lorne, Marc Antony ( Read more... )

Medusa is down in the bar today as the solution to two problems ( Read more... )

It doesn't look like the bar in Nibelheim. The lights are dim, but the diffused golden glow ebbs against her warm hazel eyes, reflecting from polished mahogany table tops. They are frequently used, wiped down, worn and care for, unlike the others. Lashes half-lidded from sleep and squinting, the woman only imagines how a child might appear, waking ( Read more... )

John comes down down the stairs, whistling. He left the trenchcoat up in his room, and his tie is pulled loose around his neck. He's showered, though -- wonders never cease ( Read more... )

When she sweeps down the stairs, the Snow Queen has nothing in mind except perhaps a bottle of chilled vodka at a table suitably removed from the main bustle of the room that her natural cool won't cause the warmbloods to fuss. Unfortunately, when she reaches the foot of the stairs, she sees that the bar is unattended. She moves behind it ( Read more... )

Cyrus is sitting at a table near the back of the room, reading a book about Max Schmeling and Joe Louis. If there's one thing he misses from being alive, it's a good boxing match. Some would tell him the sport is barbaric, and he would would agree that it's not what it was. But it's still a hobby, even here, and at least he can always read about ( Read more... )

He's wearing a white shirt and a red tie, and an barkeep's apron. If he's going to tend bar, he should look like the men who served him his drinks over the years at a variety of fine establishments. He looks at the very wide choice of drinks, and then wipes off the previous night's specials and fills in his own:

SPECIALS ( Read more... )

Madolyn's carrying a clear bag and a platter when she comes in today. The bag she leaves with the Bar (there's a note attached: For: Agent Mulder, From: Madolyn Madden -- The dark ones are double chocolate chip. The light ones are oatmeal raisin. Hope you like them).

The platter's a fair size, covered with various sorts of cookies. Upon claiming a ( Read more... )

Bruises had healed up, which meant it was about time to head back. Deal with the oncoming war, and hope it doesn't last long. Right now, Cap was wanting their team to remain at the facility and hide, saying that they would be needed later. Reserve troops. More like a soldier than a superhero these days by the sound of it, but what choice did they ( Read more... )