No, no hangover here. Keep walking.

Guppy just happens to be lying on one of the sofas with a flannel on his head.

Okay, maybe a bit of a hangover.

If questioned, he will answer quite honestly that the devil made him do it.

The youngest of the Princes of Amber is in the bar, with absinthe. He's thinking of a sister.

Random's rocking his chair back on two legs, staring at nothing in particular.

tyler swaggers in smoking a cigarette. he's wearing a red leather jacket over a shirt that reads 'hustler.'

Hey bartender, how about a beer? Something home-brewed.

*Ophelia moves away from the confrontation and slinks around the bar. There is a manic gleam in her eye. Her hands are covered in blood. A grey cat follows her closely. She is obviously on the prowl.*

[OOC: Any male volunteers for a hook-up with a violent, insane, horny Ophelia? My current plans involve her freaking out when things are getting * ( Read more... )

tyler_and_me enters and sits down at the bar-

Beer, thanks.

he's got a bandage on his forehead above his left eye and a splint on his right wrist. he's wearing plain office-drone clothes with a few bloodstains on the front, a tie hanging around his neck.