A sight not seen in a long time, there is now a Strahan in the bar ( Read more... )

Some people face grief and trial with strength and determination. Some people wilt like flowers before too much sun. Some people ( Read more... )

After finding his beloved Rapunzel, his darling - if unexpected - twin children, and, subsequently, domestic bliss, the Prince has had little reason to venture into the woods.

(The traumatic experience of entering Milliways to find it completely infested with strange, cloth-crafted dwarves might also have something to do with his long absence ( Read more... )

When a Tarot card who embodies sudden change and the end of all old certainties sits at the bar, sips whiskey from a heavy, bevelled glass and puffs happily on a large cigar ( Read more... )

If there is any doubt in Bob's mind that this tofu madness has to end, and soon, that doubt is erased when he sees the book that Bar gives him with his meal today.

"Okay, this is just getting ridiculous."

Depending on when you happen to notice him, there's either a pale wizard in the bar. Under mistletoe.

Or a fox sitting in his seat, ditto on the mistletoe. It's rather hard for him to avoid it. Annoying stuff. Only good thing about the holidays is the gifts.

Most of the time at Milliways, Wells knows exactly what he can expect on the first night of three. He's been at this game long enough to know without even thinking about it. But there's a new patron now, and that changes everything- so tonight, before sundown, he takes no chances. He scribbles out a note to Cooper, just in case the younger man ( Read more... )

Unaware of the theatrics and drama of yesterday Rabastan is up with the early birds and tucking into a nice, vegetarian omelette ( Read more... )

One Mariachi in the bar, looking a little less confused (not that he ever looked that confused to begin with). Playing guitar.

He came in because he was curious if the bar would still be there or if he'd finally get to taste the mole that everyone said was so good.

And very far away from his brother [whom he has no clue is currently in the bar and looking for him] is Rabastan Lestrange.

Human. Male. Normal.

Drinking wolfsbane, eating a large garden salad with plenty of near-meat in it and wishing the full moon wasn't so damn close.