Luke wanders in, settles on a barstool, and orders hot chocolate. It seems like a good night for a comforting sort of drink. Given that, y'know, the note said Val would be home that night.

He's not fidgeting and staring distractedly toward the front door at all. Really. Not even a little bit.

Destiny.

Is in the bar.

For a moment.

Take a picture, it'll last longer.

One side of the bar has been set up as a sort of partyroom, with food out on long tables, food of all sorts, for all tastes. One corner has been set aside, for dancing, Val's laptop somehow strangely playing music by itself. Or perhaps it's just the droid poking buttons at it. Come to Val and Luke's wedding reception. Greet the couple, or just ( Read more... )

Val's in the bar cleaning off tables as usual, perhaps serving a person here and there, perhaps taking some time to sit down and have a cup of tea. It's waitressing as usual. Well, perhaps the peaceful smile on her face and the bunny ears are a bit abnormal, but hey. This is Val. Anything's possible.

There's a little girl standing in front of the door, glaring at it ( Read more... )

Luke wanders in and settles at the bar. Ooh, look, bait for Wee!Val.

Look, it's Luke. Yay? His mun has been studying Chinese all day and it ate her brain, so you're not going to get a clever entrance post.

Look. It's a Val. In the bar. She's in her usual working attire, her hair tied up on her head. She gets her tray and sits down on a stool singing to herself:

Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book ( Read more... )

Valentine walks up to the front of the space she has prepared in the corner of the bar. She has no notes, just herself, in a green sweater and long black skirt. There is a determination on her face, and eyes. She looks out over the assembled croud for what she hopes is the only time tonight. Biting her lip at everyone there, she takes a deep breath ( Read more... )

*Moiraine comes downstairs, carrying a book with a blue ribbon marking a place. She moves quietly to her usual table and sits down, accepting the customary cup of tea from Holly with thanks, and then opens the book and begins to read with apparent interest.*