Technically in-bar

[shortofcrazy]

When Riley shuffles up to the bar, his clothes are rumpled and wrinkly; there's no need for his new (nicer, more expensive) duds during a marathon Resident Evil 4 session with Mike, his former roommate. He's wearing jeans, a T-shirt, a button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbows, his lucky scarf, and socks, with his glasses tucked into

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[hadyougoing]

It's hard to figure out the exact alignment of weekends between a hell dimension and the bar at the end of the universe. Nevertheless, today she's only working in the eternal afternoon; she is crisp-bloused and besneakered and coming to the Bar for coffee.

"Ooh!" she says.

"Pancakes!"

[shortofcrazy]

Is someone talking to him?

Oh God. That was a reference to pancakes. Someone is talking to him.

Riley blearily peers sideways.

"I know," he says, immediately standing up a little straighter. "Exactly what the morning called for, right? That and a dumptruck of caffeine." He tries to surreptitiously smooth down his hair.

[hadyougoing]

Ava giggles sympathetically, pulling up to the next stool.

"I vote definitely yes on the caffeine," she says.

"Ummm. Bar? Can I get some chocolate chip pancakes please?"

She beams when they appear along with a tall mug of coffee. "You know me so well."

[shortofcrazy]

Approvingly: "Good call on the chocolate chips." Then his own pancakes appear.

"Really?" he says to the chip-less plate. "Really."