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[di-a-mond.livejournal.com]

Hey, I'm not behind the bar.

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[bluntforces.livejournal.com]

...then who is?

Or are we left to anarchy?

[di-a-mond.livejournal.com]

[She laughs.]

You're left to Garrett, actually.









Which might be the same thing.

[bluntforces.livejournal.com]

...and here I thought you loved us and didn't want us to drown in despair. I'm hurt.

[di-a-mond.livejournal.com]

Well, you know...

...people were implying I ought to get a life outside the pub.

[bluntforces.livejournal.com]

Hogwash. Hogwash and blasphemy.

'll only forgive you if you're having a good time with your day off.

[di-a-mond.livejournal.com]

I suppose you might call it a good time, Evan.

Of course, it might have improved with you here to brighten things up.

[bluntforces.livejournal.com]

Oh, Mrs Robinson. Coo coo ca-choo to you to. [] You got big plans you need accompanying for?

[somuchheart.livejournal.com]

... Please tell me you didn't leave my brother there in your stead? ((Part-amused, part-horrified. But the amused is definitely winning out.))

[di-a-mond.livejournal.com]

Okay, I won't tell you I left your brother there in my stead.

[Also rather amused.]

[somuchheart.livejournal.com]

Oh god. If he burns down the building, I apologize in advance.

Sorry - Blythe Merrick. Pleasure to meet you.

oops, was assuming they met off-screen. Will just now assume Garrett pointed Blythe out to her once

[di-a-mond.livejournal.com]

I think the building will be okay...

[And she'll hold out a hand.] Diana Tarossi, it's a pleasure to meet you as well, Blythe.

oh, I just assumed that Garrett pointed her out before... sorry! >.<

[somuchheart.livejournal.com]

Possibly. Just possibly.

((She takes her hand, smiling.)) And you, Diana. I've only heard good things about you from Garrett.

noooo problem. :) I figure either way they must've seen each other at the pub

[di-a-mond.livejournal.com]

You mean he doesn't complain about his slave-driver of a boss?

[Grin.]

[bluntforces.livejournal.com]

...then who is?

Or are we left to anarchy?

[di-a-mond.livejournal.com]

[She laughs.]

You're left to Garrett, actually.









Which might be the same thing.

[bluntforces.livejournal.com]

...and here I thought you loved us and didn't want us to drown in despair. I'm hurt.

[di-a-mond.livejournal.com]

Well, you know...

...people were implying I ought to get a life outside the pub.

[bluntforces.livejournal.com]

Hogwash. Hogwash and blasphemy.

'll only forgive you if you're having a good time with your day off.

[di-a-mond.livejournal.com]

I suppose you might call it a good time, Evan.

Of course, it might have improved with you here to brighten things up.

[somuchheart.livejournal.com]

... Please tell me you didn't leave my brother there in your stead? ((Part-amused, part-horrified. But the amused is definitely winning out.))

[di-a-mond.livejournal.com]

Okay, I won't tell you I left your brother there in my stead.

[Also rather amused.]

[somuchheart.livejournal.com]

Oh god. If he burns down the building, I apologize in advance.

Sorry - Blythe Merrick. Pleasure to meet you.

oops, was assuming they met off-screen. Will just now assume Garrett pointed Blythe out to her once

[di-a-mond.livejournal.com]

I think the building will be okay...

[And she'll hold out a hand.] Diana Tarossi, it's a pleasure to meet you as well, Blythe.

oh, I just assumed that Garrett pointed her out before... sorry! >.<

[somuchheart.livejournal.com]

Possibly. Just possibly.

((She takes her hand, smiling.)) And you, Diana. I've only heard good things about you from Garrett.

noooo problem. :) I figure either way they must've seen each other at the pub

[di-a-mond.livejournal.com]

You mean he doesn't complain about his slave-driver of a boss?

[Grin.]