Cuddy still doesn't really know why she signed up for this. (The mun does, though: because she enjoys torturing this one ( Read more... )

The sounds of young women being kissed and swept off their feet comes in behind the Pirate King as he enters the Bar with a smile. When he goes to get his sherry, he's given a note and smiles as he starts to write on the board.

Specials
Sherry
Rum
English Pirate
Sex with the Bartender"
Black FlagKiss the Bartender and your drink's free, keep ( Read more... )

Christmas is not one of Michael Bluth's favorite holidays.

( and for very good reason )

There was a period of time in which Madolyn thought the door wouldn't come back, and it had all been a weird dream of some sort. A dream that didn't explain a lot of what had been carried back into her own world. Needless to say, there's a certain amount of relief on her face as she comes into Milliways today. She heads straight for the bar, ( Read more... )

The woman walking into Milliways tonight has been there plenty of times before ( Read more... )

Tally has lived very happily in her world. She chalked up that Other Place she went where no one had even heard of the operation and even adults were Uglies as a very, very bad nightmare. She has kept extra busy trying to not think about it. She was on her way to meet Shay for more hoverboarding. But when she walked through the door ( Read more... )

[ oom: cast me gently into morning for the night has been unkind ]

More than eighteen hours, two hot showers and three cups of coffee later, Kate still isn't sure what happened - if it happened at all.

She's in a booth near the back of the room, working on a mug of hot chocolate and a crossword.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ ( '70s sitcom Three's _______ ) ( Read more... )

Michael's been drifting in and out, really.

Presently? The Bar's only Bluth is sitting at a booth, indulging in a glass of water.

Feel free to tell him he ought to be drinking something more alcoholic.

Betty was rather relieved to find this place today. She has hours and hours of scripts to write, and this lets her get a good headstart on that project.

So there's a young woman from the early forties settled at one of the tables not too far from the fireplace, clattering away on her trusty (if very, very noisy) portable manual typewriter.

During the last few days, Michael has been brewing his own tea and coffee. There are two full pots of both on his table, accompanied by a couple of spare mugs and cups. He himself is drinking coffee.

Feel free to stop by and grab a cup or two of your nonalcoholic drink of choice. Or chat. You know. Whichever.