There are two pups in the bar - two completely unrelated pups who don't even know the other exists, because really, why would they? They have nothing in common.

On the one hand, there is a Remy, sitting atop the bar's surface, just people-watching and more or less enjoying a lazy day off.


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She steps downstairs, looking around for her many relatives/love interests/saviours/etc. After all, she missed them so!

[all brained out! back day after tomorrow]

Between the woods and the gardens, a clearing has been hung with lights, a table is laid with food and drink and many sorts of music drift through the air ( Read more... )

Magazines, magazines, magazines. Only so many pretty colourful dresses and other fine clothing could keep this girl occupied. Sugar leaned her head against the back of one of the booth chairs, sighing heavily, she could go back home but she would rather not. Stopping a waitrat, she ordered a glass of water and a sweetcake. Yum. Cake ( Read more... )

Bartender.

Drinks. Drinks. More drinks. Did we mention there were drinks?

And possibly food, if you're interested.

Definitely drinks though.

"Tonight's drinks are: Velvet Rush, Verno, Violetta and Vodka Sonic."

Have at.

"What'll it be??"

He'd been blissfully ignoring the date, refusing to acknowledge it at all. As far as he was concerned, it was just another day.

He went to the bar to get a sandwich, nothing special. Except along side the dinner platter, a cake appeared, with numeral candles displaying 48, and the words Happy Birthday Greg written out in blue icing. He growled at ( Read more... )

There is a doctor Chase in the bar this morning-approaching-afternoon, sitting in a booth by himself with a croissant and a coffee (surprise, surprise) before him. He might look like he's being busy, but in actuality, he's reading the funnies pages. His lab-coat is sitting, folded, next to him ( Read more... )

There is nothing particularly special about this entrance post ( Read more... )

Puck, entirely by happy chance, is in the bar-- at the bar, even, where he is munching on an evening snack of snake filet.

COVERED IN CHOCOLATE.

He has not, to his knowledge, done anything wrong.

... Today.

[OOC: May have to call slowtime in a few hours-- tags welcome until then!]

The door opens, and Chase enters the space, a deep-blue coloured file (tox screen tests) in his hand. There is a slightly contemplative (maybe even preoccupied) expression on his face as though he's thinking about something that is taking up quite a bit of his attention span, but once he recognizes his surroundings, he accepts where he is and makes ( Read more... )