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Who: Anyone!
When: Friday, August 19th-Sunday, August 21st
Where: The Foxhole
Format: Whatever you prefer. Tag yourself in, mingle and go nuts. Might wanna specify which night threads take place, open or closed, that sort of thing.
What: HAPPY HOUR. or...unhappy hour, idk.
Warnings: TBD

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Saturday Night - August 20th

[wotchesyou]

[ It doesn't really feel like a happy hour.

Tonks sits alone at the bar. Her rose dress has been hit with a color-changing charm, it's blue now. Her brunette hair, which has too little red in it to be a proper shade of auburn, hangs down to her shoulders. Soon, she's going to have to find something different to wear. In the meantime, the dress suits her fine. What good is magic if you can't cast a daily cleaning charm?

Despite sitting alone, she does not give off the vibe that she'd rather be left alone. Tonks would welcome someone to talk to. ]

[thenobledie]

Nymphadora.

[ and shirley sits besides her. normally, she would be with a glass of brandy, but tonight, she has an appletini. she doesn't really like it, but desmond made it for her once. shirley misses him and his charm and the way he is so unfettered. she wants the best for him - knows so much better, though. ]

[wotchesyou]

[ There's absolutely no point in correcting her about the use of her given name. ]

Wotcher Shirley.

[ Her drink is pink. She's not sure what it's called but it's served in a martini glass. It's tasty though! ]

What brings you to happy hour?

[thenobledie]

[ nope! ]

I enjoy a good drink. And yourself?

FFFFFFFFFFF LJ. anyway saturday

[clawofsin]

[He arrives against his better judgment, knowing full well how dangerous it is for him to come into this place... or go near it... but the truth is he could use the drinks. And if there's one thing he can't honestly complain about it's celebrating the passing of those cannibal bastards.]

[Still, his mood is a little more subdued than he would have liked once he gets there, and he's careful to stay away from that cat. Who knows what Helen might have trained it to do.]

[pratservant]

[It's not that he's never been in a tavern. Arthur often liked to stop by one after a hunt, even when Merlin would've been happier to go home and sleep. But right now he can't sleep, and he has plenty of free time and no destiny to stay sober for.]

[He had spent a little of the battle fighting at Senji's side, and at the end of it the other man had suggested they hit a bar sometime. He'd made it sound like the thing to do.]

[...Apparently it is, since here's Merlin, sliding into the seat beside him.]

Tonight's on me.

[He sounds like a man who knows his way around. Until:]

...What do they serve here?

[clawofsin]

[Senji leans back in his seat when Merlin arrives, taking stock of the guy now that they're not in the middle of a warzone. Without all the magic and dead elves at his feet, he looks a lot less imposing. Kinda goofy, actually.]

[So much for appearances.]

Cake. The hell d'you think they serve, it's a bar.

...you have had booze before. Right?

[because nothing says "all night happy hour" like discovering a wizard can't hold his liquor.]

[pratservant]

Of course I've had booze before. I'm not a complete bumpkin.

[Cider's booze, right? And mead.

His mouth twists.]

I'll just have whatever you're having.