"Oh, hardy har har."

Of all the nights to get a sense of humor on him, Bar, this is not the one. Between the steady march of progress at home, the ruckus out by the lake, and the deeply unnerving vibe inside the bar, a guy just wants to sit down, eat his waffles with extra syrup in peace, and then do a truly magnificent runner toward someplace ( Read more... )

[OOM: Jeremiah 18:4.]

[OOM: Hebrews 13:2.]

[OOM: Halloween. The barriers between worlds are thin- especially if you happen to have a key to a certain door. Welcome to Alaska, and to Raven's housewarming party.]

Coyote comes into the bar with a small stack of envelopes in hand.  She hums cheerfully to herself, flipping through them before dropping them off with a fond pat to Bar's surface. She's out just as fast, shutting the door firmly behind her.

They are addressed to:
( Raguel, Puck, Havelock, Mary Anne Bell, Mal Reynolds, Lilly Goodfellow-Kane, Alanna of Trebond, Merriman Lyon, Ray Stantz, River Tam, Kali, Castiel, Nita Callahan, Artemis, Kaylee Frye, Epimetheus, Lan Mandragoran, and 'Loki' )

A just-barely-adolescent catgirl troll is perched happily in the rafters, surveying the bar.

There's just something so satisfying about being where you can see everything and nothing can reach you.

Here's the thing about PETA protestors ( Read more... )

(A few hours after this.)The front door to Milliways opens on an early morning somewhere in the woods. Andrew Wells stumbles in, pale and shivering, a second jacket draped around his shoulders over the one he's already wearing; Sam Winchester is a few steps behind him, still outside. Andrew stops just inside the door to lean against the doorjamb ( Read more... )

[OOM: All in a day's work. Small warning for language and a bit of glossed-over sexual content.]

--already bracing herself for an agony that does not, somehow, arrive.

(The woman: a lean redhead of just-above-average height, in a little black dress perfectly suited to a night out with the cultural elite)The door closes behind her, and she stands ( Read more... )

You should show me some respect. I dragged you out of Hell. I can throw you back in.It’s not literal thunder and lightning that heralds Castiel’s arrival in Milliways this evening, but one can almost smell ozone and feel the quiver in the air as he passes. And there’s something in his expression that hints that one might be wise to stay out of his ( Read more... )