Liam comes in again. He's still looking tired and strained. The waiting game never did sit well with him.

He heads for the bar and sits down, asking for and receiving a large Irish coffee.

[ooc: his mun is at work and has very little to do. Play with us?]

Liam wakes up in the chair where he passed out the previous night. His jacket pocket is... lumpier than it was before, but he doesn't quite register that yet.

He groans, suffering the hangover from hell. And then he remembers exactly why he was getting that drunk in the first place, and his head thumps hard against the back of his chair."Fuck

David walks down the stairs and heads to the bar, giving her a loving touch. "Welcome back," he whispers, mouth close to her surface. "Any chance I can get one of your spectacular fry-ups?" he asks, noticing Richard by the fire, busy ( Read more... )

Spike opens the door from upstairs; he's holding Beth's hand as they enter the bar.

"So just as I was getting used to those rats, the Bar goes and gets fixed." His voice is quiet, like he only wants to be speaking to her.

Zeke appears in the middle of the bar, gun raised and utterly soaked in blood. Head to toe, jacket to undershirt, he is drenched in it. He blinks.

"Crap...um, is there a shower in here that I could use?"

Hyde keeps wandering through the bar and out the lake door and back again. He has a blanket draped over his arm, like the weird velour kind you'd find in a hotel room. First he gets a chair, and brings that outside. He comes back inside ( Read more... )