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.

[identity profile] fixedroll.livejournal.com 2011-08-15 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
Don't worry, the alien expression is always brief-lived; soon nary a dimple shall remain.

"Nothing," he says, in the way that clearly means you. And now that the tables are effectively turned, he sees this as an excellent time to break away... after an appropriate pause, of course, during which he just looks at Cindy, like he wants to remember this moment for some reason. It's brief, but pointed. And now it's over. "Well, I'm gonna go mingle. See you around."

In what is no doubt a shocking turn of events, it seems he intends to leave his tie there on the floor.

[identity profile] fuckyouboots.livejournal.com 2011-08-15 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, nothing my ass," Cindy mutters as she turns back to her drink. He didn't win this one, not by a long shot. The points still rack up in her favor and don't forget, he's leaving without his tie and his clothes still messed up.

She is always the winner.