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[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Spike's Pub

Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays got Open Mic Night, nine 'til midnight or whenever the hell I decide the entertainment's startin' to piss me off.

Thursdays, we got half off pints, and all sorts o' nancyboy coffee drinks're half off all day Saturday.

No cover with student ID, welcome sixteen and up, but under twenty-one, you get your hand bloody well stamped though I don't give a sod if you try to pass a fake driving licence 'cross the bar.

That's 'bout it, I s'pose. Though we got no sodding top forty bollocks in the jukebox, right?

Cheers,
William the Bloody
Owner, Spike's Pub

Comments

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

OOC: As chosenslayer_'s roommate, all I have to say is: OH HELL!! *G*

Just how realistic do those licenses need to be?

[soldtoarmenians]

You think your roommate's gonna cause problems?

*ducks under the bed to avoid the fallout*

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Oh, bloody hell, who let you in 'ere?

[soldtoarmenians]

Door open. Avoiding roommate. Who is stinking up the room doing a chemical-cleaning on his leather pants.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

I guess you're Angelus' room-mate then?

Sam Carter.

I heard about the fight. How did it start in the first place? I mean, you guys have some kind of history, obviously. So, spill.

[soldtoarmenians]

I am, yeah.

Not a lot of history. Well, he's got a lot of history because he's a bazillion year old asshole. But the shared part basically goes "He used to be a dick and now he's an evil dick."

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Servin' up drinks to the underage? Terribly wrong, that. If you made yourself a fifty-year-old Japanese man, I might have reason to question you, but otherwise...

OOC: Would that be Ms. Summers, then? ;)

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

I see.

OOC: What do you think?

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige walks in and orders a vodka and diet coke, she has her id ready*

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

*scrutinizes ID*
*shrugs*

There you go, little one. Try not to vomit on the floor. Just got it polished.

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige wants to be angry by that but the bar tender is too cute* I can handle my drink thanks. Hey you aren't related to a guy called Draco Malfoy are you? You look really like him

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

I daresay all my relations are a trifle deceased, luv.

[bloodyrockgod]

The short bloke with the guitar is practically bouncing on his heels.

"Open mic? Like, just show up and play?"

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Yeah, if you want, lad. Have at it. Tonight, if you want. Don't got any slots filled as of yet. Give it a go.

[bloodyrockgod]

"Can't tonight," Charlie says, looking disgruntled. "Got a date. But how's Wednesday?"

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

It's an open thing, boy. Just show up when it suits you.

[coffeesmith.livejournal.com]

Mrs. Smith spots the pub while on her way to the post office and walks inside. She briefly, yet thoroughly, surveys the room, then approaches the bartender.

"I assume that you're the owner, then. I'm Jane Smith and I run Perkolator down the road. I'd like to talk with you about possibly co-sponsoring a small arts fest later in the year; we'd both make a killing in drink sales.

Smith pauses to look sidelong at Spike, then says "And my shop real English tea if you'd like to come by. Half-price for you, business owner to business owner."

[coffeesmith.livejournal.com]

(OOC: GAH! Insert "serves" into the second speech, please.)

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

*shrug* Anything to make a spot of cash. Right, sure, count me in, pet.

I only drink tea anymore if it's got a bit of somethin' stronger in it, but I'll see if I got the time to swing 'round sometime.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_gottahavefaith/]

Hey there, blondie. Does the Chosen One know about this yet?

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Dunno, does she? And aren't all you birds bloody well chosen? That bint thinks she's got the patent on my heart Slaying, she does.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_gottahavefaith/]

*shrugs* I'm kinda avoiding her, I think the principal might shoot us both if we started fighting. And yeah, but some are not really supposed to be around, accordoing to their so called 'superiors' who should have died for real and stepped out of the picture, damnit less chosen than others.
And can I get some vodka? Maybe even in bottle form? Slayer metabolism, and all.

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige comes in again looking pissed off*

Hey Spike, vodka and lots of it please and don't me crap about not being able to handle it ok?

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

'Course not, pet. You look a mite vexed, what's got your knickers in a twist, eh?

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige smiles a little* Oh you know, the usual, men