http://bonhomme7h.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] bonhomme7h.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] multiversallogs2011-08-08 08:05 pm

It's like paradise, spread out with a butter knife :: [OPEN]

Who: EVERYONE
What: Réjean has decided that more people ought to celebrate and help raise a bit of dosh for one of his favourite bars. See: flyer.
Where: The Apache.
When: Misdi night and into the wee hours of the morning.
Warnings: Discussion of Pickman's manky feet.

The Apache is much the same as it always is: dimly lit, with the jukebox playing in the background, and the bartender serving whatever's on tap. Tonight, the bar is packed with people from all across the city, different cantons and cohorts, all out to celebrate surviving the fungal plague. Patrons are encouraged to buy tickets for a door prize with the proceeds going to repair the damage tunnelling ants made to the cellar.
patricide: (Default)

[personal profile] patricide 2011-08-11 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
He covers her hand with his, returning the smile. Lex doesn't often go out of his way for physical contact so this is kind of a Big Deal. Rachel is officially in the circle of trust, or at least as far as he can trust anybody.

"It's good to see you too. And before you have the chance to beat me to it, I have to insist that your next drink is on me."
gotbottle: (expectant grin)

[personal profile] gotbottle 2011-08-12 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
That delights her--she's a tactile person, given to physical affection and comfort, so someone else's touch is wonderful.

"Okay," she agrees, "but I'm totally calling dibs on the round after that one. So, how are you? How's your house coming along?"