Multi-Pup Post // Bar

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[bossofallofus]

And who should enter the bar now but Blair Waldorf.

She spots Reed sitting by the bar and smiles at the sight of a familiar face, marching right up to him.

[coulddo_nowrong]

Reed's spirits lift when he sees Blair making her way toward him. He smiles, straightening up.

"Miss Waldorf, how good to see you again."

[bossofallofus]

"I can say the same without hesitation," Blair confesses, returning the smile as she settles in next to him.

"How've you been since I saw you last time?"

[coulddo_nowrong]

"Oh, not bad," Reed says. "My brother's impossible, of course, but then if he weren't, he wouldn't be him. How have you been?"

It's rare that Reed considers a subject other than himself to be of paramount interest, but then anything that doesn't involve discussing Grahame is, at the moment, truly fascinating.

[pi_wakawaka]

Tiwa doesn't recognize Victor and meeting new people is much nicer than friends who ask pointed questions so she walks over and gives him a grin. She still has one little braid with beads and shells in her hair,

"Hello."

[v_left_blank]

"Hello," Victor says. His expression is placid, unchanging as he directs his attention from the bar at large to Tiwa.

[pi_wakawaka]

"Have you been here before?"

He's quite soothing in a way which is nice.

[v_left_blank]

"No," Victor says. "I was going to have lunch. We're having chicken today."

But this is not the cafeteria.

[icontrolme]

Johnny was having a pretty good day today.

Until he spotted Mr. Iago "I win" Malandra.

Johnny is very given to mood swings; now his mood is swinging from 'content' to 'raging with thoughts of torture and murder' faster than you could say 'homicidal maniac'.

The result of this: Johnny is now stalking toward Iago's table with a more than manic look in his eye. Blades will probably appear soon.

[neverwillspeak]

One might think, from the unconcerned way Iago was sitting as he watched the bar, that he wasn't expecting trouble. The way he gets to his feet immediately when he catches sight of Johnny heading in his direction, and the lack of surprise on his face, says otherwise.

Iago always expects trouble, especially when he has very good reason to, and after his last visit in Milliways, he was expecting this.

And he may not be in uniform, but today he's armed with more than just a wineglass.

[icontrolme]

That's good news for Iago, since Johnny is rapidly approaching and now has a couple of nasty-looking daggers in his hands.

"You fucking defect," he starts as he gets within speaking range.

[neverwillspeak]

Iago ignores the words. Talking is distracting.

He pulls out a pistol with practiced speed that rivals Johnny's.

[for_a_chance]

Cal has a Cam. A Cam falling into the couch next to him, looking...dejected. Sulky. Not happy.

Her clothes are also different. Still dirty, but this is the dirty of someone taking a tumble in mud, not working with oil. The clothes are nice, fit well, expensive.

"Hi."

[americas_son]

"Hi." Cal looks over and smiles. Then he looks curiously at Cam's clothing. Cal doesn't notice clothes much as a general rule, but he does recognize what Cam's got on as something that would be acceptable (in quality, if not in style; he is from the seventies, after all) in his social class.

[for_a_chance]

"My family are snobs."

She is slightly too irritated to be bothered speaking English, so the Bar has kindly stepped in to translate.

[americas_son]

The Bar is also kind enough to preserve her accent, so as not to end up with a confused and distracted Cal. The Bar knows him well.

"Oh," he says. "That's too bad. What happened?"

[allstarchuck]

Chuck just...

Flashes are generally supposed to contain information. That was... completely... blank.

Where is he, again?

[v_left_blank]

Victor is looking around with a placid, incurious gaze.

(Somewhere down deep, locked up tight, he's very curious, but there's nothing he can do about it.)

Eventually, this gaze catches and holds on the man staring at him.

[allstarchuck]

"-Hi," Chuck says, eventually.

[v_left_blank]

"Hello," Victor says. His expression doesn't change, and his tone is blandly polite to match.