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.
goodeintentions: ({ Maybe not platonically.)

[personal profile] goodeintentions 2011-08-29 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
Indeed they don't, and it was actually some other bar patron that would end up paying for Jack's and Aimery's drinks, but even if Jack had called him on the looseness with funds, he wouldn't have told him that. Besides, it's not like he bought all his own drinks either. Aimery grinned broadly when Jack swallowed his drink in one impressive go, then forced his face into (blatantly faked) seriousness and gave a pursed-lipped nod of approval, as if congratulating him on his problem solving skills.

"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.