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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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Not that his hostel had reached max capacity what with the upper floors just finishing, but there had been times when he had fifty guests under his roof, and he'd had to learn all their names and make sure they were taken care of. It was a big bundle of work. Aimery shrugged as if he didn't care, then waved loosely towards the bar, "I was off to get another drink, let me get you something?"
Then he spotted the glass in Jack's hand. Oh. Aimery corrected himself, "Let me get you another something?"
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To the drink offer, he side-eyes the other man just briefly. He knows they don't give new arrivals enough money to be buying everyone's drinks, sir.
"Well–" he holds up one finger as if to say One moment, lifts his glass, and downs the not insubstantial remainder of his whiskey in one perhaps disturbingly unflinching swallow. "There, fixed." A smile, catty. "How about a beer, for a chaser." That won't be too hard on Aimery's pocketbook, at least.
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"Well, beer is technically something," he agreed, grin returning, "So beer it is. I'll be back in a moment." Aimery headed off to the bar for their drinks and returned a minute or two later after having to have the 'I promise this is my last and no I'm not going to drink them both' discussion with a well-meaning bartender.