http://ac-brothers.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] ac-brothers.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2006-01-21 05:46 pm

Spike's Pub - Open 01/21

Their errands on the mainland ran them longer than they anticipated. Ultimately, the brothers finished and raced back to the island to get the pub ready to open.

The bar was set, the music blaring and the TV flashing mute images, the sign was flipped on and flickered in bright neon...OPEN.

All three were there and huddled around Kadaj who had a folder in front of him, reading.

Between the dorms and the movie

[identity profile] prof-cregg.livejournal.com 2006-01-21 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Pushing the doors open, she stands there for a minute looking around. Seeing the three of them behind the bar, she walks over and slides onto a stool.

"You have no idea how much a want a drink."

Re: Between the dorms and the movie

[identity profile] prof-cregg.livejournal.com 2006-01-22 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
Her eyebrows rose slowly. She was sure they would have known her no matter what. Crestfallen, she waves her hand..."Whiskey sour, extra cherries."

Re: Between the dorms and the movie

[identity profile] prof-cregg.livejournal.com 2006-01-22 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
She brightens, giving Loz perhaps the most brilliant smile in the world. "I got sucked into that weird locker and came out in my body from high school as far as I can tell. Seventeen, I'd guess since I didn't find the scar I got when I was eighteen."

[identity profile] wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com 2006-01-22 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
Shep had needed to run into town and get some things from the NPC Pet Store. On his way back, he decides to finally stop in at that bar he'd been hearing about.

He walks in and sits at the bar. There's a girl he's never seen before along with a bunch of townies he has seen.

He orders a drink and then studies the t.v. trying to understand what's going on without the sound.

[identity profile] wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com 2006-01-22 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Um... I don't suppose you carry hard apple cider by any chance?" He usually can't find it in bars, but hey, maybe some day he'd get lucky.

"And I don't need the remote, I was just seeing what was on, but thanks."

[identity profile] prof-cregg.livejournal.com 2006-01-22 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, god...don't give him that." The redhead looks at him. "He's not old enough to drink anything hard anyhow."

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[identity profile] suzotchka.livejournal.com 2006-01-22 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
Ivanova, looking rather down and absently rubbing her wrist, stepped into the bar and lifted an eyebrow at the change of decor since she had been here last. She leans against the bar to survey the crowd and decide what to drink. And figure out if the brothers would take her EarthForce identicard. Or if she'd need it.

[identity profile] suzotchka.livejournal.com 2006-01-22 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey," Ivanova smiled at him. She wasn't quite up to a grin. Guess the ID wasn't a problem. "Not tonight. Give me something with too much alcohol, and maybe a naked and compliant girl at the bottom. Or a guy. I'm not really picky at the moment."

[identity profile] suzotchka.livejournal.com 2006-01-22 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
"How much extra?" Ivanova asks, deadpan. She takes a sip of the concoction and makes something resembling the Buckley's Cough Syrup face. "What the fragging hell is in this?" She takes another sip and shrugs. "It's not actually that bad."

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[identity profile] mikeys-ben.livejournal.com 2006-01-22 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
Ben opened the door to the pub cautiously. The last time he'd been in here, he and Michael been trying to pry their inebriated son out. A lot had happened since then. It was now possible for him to walk in here without having an altercation with the men behind the bar.

Michael had overslept by a long mark and then decided it was not worth opening the store today; Ben had spent a long afternoon trying to be quiet around his moody, puttering husband. The writing he should have done had been pre-empted by multiple e-mails that needed answers. At this point in the evening, Ben needed to get out of the apartment, needed a strong drink, and needed a little bit of an escape from Michael. Caritas was not the scene he wanted to put up with tonight. So here he was, taking a seat at the bar.

[identity profile] mikeys-ben.livejournal.com 2006-01-22 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Beer. Please. Something bottled." He stretched his neck to one side, then the other, both sides making a rather harsh popping sound. "Ow. Fuck," he muttered under his breath. not because mun is doing the same thing, not at all

[identity profile] mikeys-ben.livejournal.com 2006-01-22 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
"You have Corona?" Ben rubbed the back of his neck. He was far too uptight. Stretching and yoga would be called for tonight....later. He'd let the beer loosen him up first.

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[identity profile] wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com 2006-01-22 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Doing?" Now Shep's getting a little defensive. "I wasn't *doing* anything. I was having a drink and talking. That. Was. All." He's not entirely sure yelling back is the best tactic at this point, but it's kind of too late.

Re: In the storeroom

[identity profile] ten-and-chips.livejournal.com 2006-01-22 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
Ten leans against the doorframe and watches the two of them. He sighs, audibly.

Re: In the storeroom

[identity profile] prof-cregg.livejournal.com 2006-01-22 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
"She hit me, Loz! I'm not gonna take that!" She's flushed and there's a red mark rising on her cheek.

Re: In the storeroom

[identity profile] ten-and-chips.livejournal.com 2006-01-22 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
"CJ, you could lose your fucking JOB," the boy points out, hands in his pockets. "And don't tell me that the administration would take this as an excuse."