He hasn't been into the bar in quite some time, but he hasn't had much of a reason to leave his residence. But here he is now, sipping on a cup of tea and glancing around the bar for anyone who might like to speak to him.

And for the obvious person he'd like to speak to, of course.

Well well well. Isn't this a sight.

It's Charlie with his guitar, playing Christmas carols. The best part of the holiday season, you know, is the music.

Its rather late for her usual sort of entry, but Suzi wanders down from upstairs and heads toward a seat. As always she's heralded by the jingle-jingle-jingle of her anklet, and she's got paper with lists. Also her knitting, but the lists are the important thing. They're questions to ask Quinn.

Ryan wakes up abruptly to realize two things: it's freezing out and his clothes are nowhere to be seen. He didn't have this problem yesterday morning, so he's going to blame Wells. He doesn't appreciate that the man thinks he needs to be babysat. It takes him a good half hour to follow two sets of werewolf tracks back to where his clothes are, ( Read more... )

Augh! The noise! What a horrible racket! Someone put that poor cat out of its misery before ( Read more... )

Raven is at a different table today.

His eyes are still wide and black and fathomless, and he still fails to blink.

But his ankles are crossed under the table, toe tapping intermittently.

At least for a little while.

Out in the stables, a man is singing. He doesn't have a bad voice, really, just one that is untrained, and a bit rough. He finds it helps the horses relax, since they've been mighty keyed up since the wolves started howling outside, for the past few days ( Read more... )

Cimorene is settled at a small table near the bar with her feet propped up on a chair. It's been a busy week in the Mountains of Morning, what with the ambassador from the Frost Giants visiting with his entire entourage, and she's more than happy to take a much-needed break ( Read more... )

Hannah is a very cheerful mood this evening, for no particular reason. She has coffee and a notebook, and she's working on her Christmas present list ( Read more... )

Victorian era stage magician standing near the bar looking a little glum. He's missing his family and on his fourth cup of tea.

He's stirring his tea with one hand and fanning a deck of cards with the other.