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multiversallogs2011-08-08 08:05 pm
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Entry tags:
- @ mog hill,
- @ mog hill: apache,
- anna demirovna,
- ava lockhart,
- charles xavier,
- hellboy,
- ilde decima,
- ivan,
- jack benjamin,
- james t. kirk,
- jones,
- npc,
- rachel conway,
- raylan givens,
- solomon koenig,
- sonja garin,
- { boromir,
- } adrian veidt,
- } aimery le gode,
- } alan shore,
- } arthur,
- } asbjørn strand,
- } brie cormac,
- } cindy,
- } edward nigma,
- } isobel saltzman,
- } jack harkness,
- } lex luthor,
- } mabel albans,
- } narcissa black,
- } njoki rainmaker,
- } pickman,
- } remy lebeau,
- } rochelle,
- } ruby van alst,
- } réjean sept-heure,
- } sebastian lemat,
- } toshiko sato,
- } wanda maximoff
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.
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.
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Men who make an effort should be rewarded with compliments; she genuinely does like the jacket and it looks good on him, so Rachel is not about to hold back.
Also, mental note: get a leather jacket. Half the people she's run into tonight have had fantastic ones and she wants to join this club.
She smiles, setting an empty glass down on the bar and canting her head at the bartender, a short distance away. "Is the service any faster down at this end? I was having a hell of a time earlier, down at the other end."
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"I don't know about faster, but the company is better." Imagine his brain is just full of lines like that. At least he doesn't seem like the type to take himself too seriously. "Rachel, isn't it?"
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She peers a bit more closely and then she laughs, with a sheepish shake of her head. "Excuse me, I'm so sorry. I'm usually better with faces."
She's also usually not several drinks into a party when she meets someone in person for the first time. She offers him a hand.
"I'm Rachel, that's right. Hello, Jack. It's nice to meet you face-to-face. How's campaign season treating you?"