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pullmeapint ([personal profile] pullmeapint) wrote2015-02-25 07:42 pm
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Finn cleared the last of the dishes from the dinner rush and carted them into the kitchen for Tandy, laughing when she asked if he'd been demoted to busser.

That chore done, he headed back into the bar to do a walk around, checking with those in the game room and those at the tables and booths scattered around the bar area. He joked with a few of the regulars and greeted the faces he couldn't remember seeing before taking his position behind the bar again.

Leaning against the back counter, he surveyed his pub and couldn't help the smile that formed. For as much flak as he'd received from his family over his choosing such a small town when he finally struck out on his own, he really did love the town. The atmosphere was open, accepting, and the sheer fact that he could use his abilities without causing the National Enquirer to drop onto his head made it perfect.

He looked up when the door opened and called out a welcome to the newcomer.

"Welcome to the Pub."
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[personal profile] keirasullivan 2015-02-26 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Look at that beautiful face, all ready to poor me a beer and everything." Keira called out, smiling as she slid into a seat at the bar. She could've taken a booth but then she wouldn't get to talk to Finn which was at least forty percent of the joy of this place. "It's like you can read my mind."

If he could it'd probably be a wonderland of him doing her on the pool table fantasies. So, it really was a good thing that he couldn't. Because that would be embarrassing.
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[personal profile] aoife_coombs 2015-02-26 02:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course Aoife had heard about this newest addition to Siren Cove. And yes, she understood that pub usually meant English or Irish, and not German, but maybe this one was different. Maybe this one prided itself for its huge selection of beers from all around the world.
And even if the man had the brand, it might be a huge disappointment after all these years.

No matter what, she wanted to have a look around. "Hello", she answered his greeting with a nod. "Welcome to the community."
Edited 2015-02-26 14:59 (UTC)
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[personal profile] wastelandflower 2015-02-28 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't suppose you've got more of that Guinness lying around, eh?" Rian asks. He's stopping in a little early, Sophie chewing determinedly on her pacifier while she rides in her father's arms.

Gesturing to his daughter, he smiles a bit. "Can't stay long, but I wanted to stop in."
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[personal profile] thediceloveme 2015-03-02 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hi. Beer? I need beer." Lee said, bustling into the cosy pub. She dumped her bags on a stool and then took the one next to it. "Sorry - hello. I would like a beer please."
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[personal profile] comeonbro 2015-03-03 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Finn, my man, please tell me you have the Hawks game on tonight?" Roosevelt asked as he sat down at the bar. Roosevelt had been a Hawks fan all his life on account of the name thing. This was maybe the first time in his adult life they were actually good. Really, really good. Finn's was fast becoming his favorite place to watch the games. He liked the bar tender a lot and the atmosphere was great.

"And a drink on me to anyone who will cheer for them tonight."
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[personal profile] jiyunnies 2015-03-11 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Usually when Riley needs a drink, she hits up Coombs tavern or Watersong. But tonight she doesn't have the energy for Watersong and after putting in so many hours at Coombs & Co. on top of finishing up the museum for it's grand opening, she decides tonight she'd rather be somewhere different and not Coombs related.

With a tinge of guilt, she winces and pushes open the door of the Pub. Riley loves Moira and her family, she does, but sometimes a break is needed. A change. And she's heard wonderful things about the place so she knows this will be a nice break from her usual routines.

Taking a seat at the bar with a curious glance around the place, she smirks at the bartender and gives a little wave. "Hi. Can I get a glass of your favourite beer?" She's not picky and after the exhausting week, she'll drink anything, really.