Ace has a coin.

Well. She has more than one coin, but right now, she only has one big coin out.

And she's been flipping it for the last two hours.

Right now she's decided the answer is best decided by best 6,000 out of 9,000.

Lo and behold, Corellians!

Corran Horn strolls back into the bar, and archs an eyebrow. "Huh. Convenient, having home turn into a Bar while Mirax is away." The doorc loses behind him, and he smiles, strolling over to Bar. "Hey, been a while. How about a little ( Read more... )

It's a crisp day outside, and last night deposited what is perhaps the absolutely perfect amount of snow for a snowball fight. The sun is bright and the snow sparkles pristinely ( Read more... )

The door sticks for a moment, or perhaps it's just not pushed hard enough. It sways back and forth before there's a grunt and the body falls in.

No, not a body. ( He's moving. )

Stop me if you've heard this one before.

...no?

Ok, good.

They were just out for a stroll; two Captains with nothing to do (except maybe more paperwork, but there's always more paperwork) and no place to be, out for some fresh air. Aizen Sosuke, Captain of the 5th Division: a simple looking man with a warm heart, brown hair, brown eyes, and glasses. ( Read more... )

[[OOM: Makita meets Kell, and the School of Boom ensues. Rated DT for Demolitions Training.]]

Here's a face that has been around a lot lately (the mun swears, really). Riley is sitting at the bar, hair hopelessly mussed and glasses slipping down his nose, making very short work of a mug of coffee and a stack of waffles covered in syrup, strawberries, and whipped cream ( Read more... )

It's good to be the Bear God. The 'bear' part because polar bears totally rock, what with being the largest living land-based carnivore on Earth (and well positioned for a run at that title on Gara, now that the dragon is dead) and being perfectly built for the cold and running and swimming and all. And the 'god' part because if you're enjoying a ( Read more... )

There is a man, in a coat.

He's been more preoccupied than usual, so when he writes up on the blackboard, he takes a moment and forces a smile out of view of the patrons until it feels more natural.

Sorry I missed last week, folks.

Specials:
Try Ng Ka Pe and convince me you liked it, and your next drink is half off.Mal's at least planning to get ( Read more... )

Corran trundles down the stairs and into Bar proper with datapad in hand, stopping only briefly at the bar for a mug of lomin-ale before slippig into a booth near the door to write up a profile for Security. Who better to warn them about Thyne than the one who caught him the first time, right? Settling in, he checks his lightsaber at his hip--for ( Read more... )