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

[bonhomme7h.livejournal.com]

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.

Comments

[cailisairgid]

Reemerging briefly from the throng with the air of a man who is about to roll off in another direction any minute- "A gin and tonic for the lady, and for the gentleman and the scholar, one pint." The bourbon is for him, evidently, and he will accept congratulations now for having spilled none of them on the way. "And if you two will excuse me, I think I've spotted someone I need to catch up with."

[wandandsickle]

"Oh, thanks!" says Jones, taking her drink in hand. "A toast, to ants being behind us?" she says, to Sebastian.

fff, LJ, why no notif?

[heardmermaids.livejournal.com]

Sebastian smiles and accepts his drink with a nodded thanks and a suitably impressed expression -- good work on navigating the crowd without wearing their drinks.

"To all the ants that lay behind us and may all those before us be small enough to be ignored."

[wandandsickle]

"And to new friends with whom to celebrate murdering oversized fauna," she adds, and clinks her glass to his. "Speaking of fauna, how's... your dog?" The name is on the tip of her tongue, but she can't quite remember it. It was an odd word, she recalls.

[heardmermaids.livejournal.com]

"Velcro? He's good. I left him home because tonight is his bridge tourney." ...what even. Sebastian, there is something wrong with your sense of humour.

[wandandsickle]

It takes Jones a moment, before she bursts out laughing. She would not call herself particularly funny, in any way, shape or form, but she appreciates Sebastian's sense of humor, even if she doesn't quite get it. "Then again, I can only be half-sure you're not serious, there," she notes, after a moment. "Who was it with that 'six impossible things before breakfast' line?"