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[dearwensleydale.livejournal.com]

Date: December 31, 2000, 9:00 PM
Status: Public
Setting: Bar
Summary: Free Alcohol!


Wensley walked from his kitchen to the entrance to the bar, sign under his arm. No one had planned any sort of Manor event for the evening, so he took it upon himself to give people who hadn't any plans something to do.

Pulling the sign out from under his arm, he propped the doors open and leaned the sign against one. "Open Bar, 9:00 PM- 1:00 AM," it proclaimed in large letters, then underneath, much smaller, "Entertainment Provided". He didn't actually have anyone lined up, but he was sure something entertaining would end up happening.

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[average-adam.livejournal.com]

With preternatural awareness, Adam arrived just as Wensley finished setting out the sign. Clearly happy to see his friend, he beamed.

"Hey, Wens! What's goin' on?"

[radishesncorks.livejournal.com]

Well, Luna thought that anyone would be mad to pass up the chance of free alcohol in any shape or form. In addition to that, there really hadn't been much news from anybody at all. (In fact, she was getting a tad worried about her father. She hadn't heard from him in over five months.) There were no Quibbler leads to chase, and most of the creatures that she had set out to document had long since hunkered down for the winter. In fact, her days, and especially her evenings, yawned at her like the long dark corridor that had led to the Department of Mysteries. Luna, to put it simply, was bored.

Finding a seat at the counter, Luna said, "Do you make Pineapple Daiquiris?"

[muddy-blues.livejournal.com]

Brian looked right and then left, then crept down the stairs and snuck behind the bar (which is quite difficult to do when carrying a guitar case and an amplifier). Crouching down behind one of the taps, he poked Wensley on the shoulder and whispered, "Psst! Wens! D'you have entertainment yet, or is it okay if I play a bit?"

[dangeroushabits.livejournal.com]

More out of morbid curiosity than any genuine desire to experience this "entertainment" of which the sign spoke (though free booze was never to be turned down,) John wandered in and was impressed to find the place occupied entirely by humans, or reasonable approximations thereof. And one with a guitar, even. He wondered if the boy knew anything that predated 1980.

Pepper was there, too, but she was busy trading jabs with Adam (literally and figuratively,) so he didn't interrupt, taking a seat at the bar not far off and waiting to see whether the guitar-toting kid was any good. Nearby, the knucklehead who'd put the enchantment on that sodding mistletoe, charred bits of which still clung stubbornly to the doorframe, was chatting up yet another pretty lady (starting to look like a bit of a pattern, that.) He'd need to have a word with the bloke about that at some point...

[grimsirius.livejournal.com]

With a glance at his watch, Sirius motioned for the bartender. "Hey, er, you?" He'd thought he'd heard Wensleydale, or something like it, but it didn't sound like anyone's name. Luna had called him Jeremy, but then again, she seemed to think he was Stubby Boardman.

[radishesncorks.livejournal.com]

Luna nursed her pineapple daiquiri, studying the rest of the bar patrons. She vaguely knew Pepper, and that scruffy boy - what was his name? Oh yes, Brian, and of course everyone seemed to know Adam. Only the blonde man was a stranger - if you could call someone who you'd seen more times in the last six months than your own father a stranger.

Brian was suitably entertaining as the entertainment, but Luna was itching for something a bit more exciting. What this place needed, she thought, was a more festive look. A countdown clock wouldn't be out of place either.