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.
toooldforlosing: (I bet they danced them a jig)

[personal profile] toooldforlosing 2011-08-29 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
Raylan laughs himself. "Sorry. Bad habits die hard, as they say."
gotbottle: (amused)

[personal profile] gotbottle 2011-08-30 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
"I guess," she says, still laughing. "I'll still get you that next drink if you want one."
toooldforlosing: (where the sun comes up)

[personal profile] toooldforlosing 2011-08-30 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll take you up on that, thanks." For all they couldn't stop talking shop, he did enjoy her company.
gotbottle: (pink shirt 1)

[personal profile] gotbottle 2011-08-31 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
"My pleasure," she replies, waving to get the bartender's attention again. She adds, with a teasing note, "...Can't have you getting all sensible on me, god knows we've made a career of that already in this city. We can let it go for a night."
toooldforlosing: (won't you walk with me)

[personal profile] toooldforlosing 2011-08-31 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think that's probably best. You just hit me if I go gettin' logical on you again."
gotbottle: (leather)

[personal profile] gotbottle 2011-09-01 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
"You sure you want that?" She laughs. "I punched out a shadow, you know. On that quest. Apparently I'm not so bad at this hitting thing."
toooldforlosing: (didn't order assholes with my whiskey)

[personal profile] toooldforlosing 2011-09-01 11:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, I didn't think you could throw a punch, it wouldn't be much of a deterrent, would it?"

There he goes with his logic again.
gotbottle: (expectant grin)

[personal profile] gotbottle 2011-09-02 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, my God." She intercepts his drink as the bartender brings it over, taking it and pressing it into Raylan's hand. "Take this before I have to hit you." Still grinning, still amused.
toooldforlosing: (whatever bitter brew you're drinking)

[personal profile] toooldforlosing 2011-09-02 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
He takes it and lifts it. "Cheers. Here's to steadily decreasing logic."
gotbottle: (wine)

[personal profile] gotbottle 2011-09-02 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
"And bad decisions," she adds, raising her own glass. "We'll get back to the good ones tomorrow."