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.
cailisairgid: (privacy ∞ my turbulent spirit will rise)

[personal profile] cailisairgid 2011-08-17 09:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, I've got my minions." Aides. He has aides. He also has a bourbon, a beer and one gin and tonic, so he pays the bartender and spares only a brief, curious glance at Arthur's frown. "But, unfortunately, they don't do beer runs." Coffee, yes, and a lot of it. "It was nice talking to you, I'll let you take care of whatever that is."

[identity profile] fixedroll.livejournal.com 2011-08-17 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thanks. Some day I'll learn to turn it off," he says, and...doesn't quite smile, but looks friendly enough. ...Well, for Arthur.

As he turns to wade through the crowd, he adds, "And I'd think about editing that in when the minions' contracts are due for renewal."