[identity profile] kristallprinz.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] lt_safe_house
Date: 18 May, evening
Location: Bar
Status: Public
Summary: This is all so frustrating... I need a drink


Nothing, nothing, nothing! There were lots of different creatures around here that weren't Terran Barbarians, but none of them had given him the slightest opening yet. Well, he had learned to be patient over the past millennia.

Still, there were times when he needed some distraction from his fruitless search for a way home. The bar was likely to be a good place to go looking for it. He'd see if they had some decent wine.

He entered the bar and quickly looked around. There didn't seem to be any guests yet, but the grey-haired man with the cane, whome he had encountered back when that Raphael had arrived here, was busy behind the counter.

"Wine," he ordered as he walked up to him. "Red, dry." Then he waited to see what, exactly, the man would serve him.

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Date: Wednesday, 1 December 2010 23:44 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] josephdawson.livejournal.com
"I have no set closing time," Joe told the angel. "I close when my guests leave and I no longer expect anyone else to drop by. Or when I'm so tired I can't stand anymore."

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