Loki (hamrammr) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2012-10-26 22:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, ~john mitchell (oe) |
Who: Mitchell and Thalia
Where: His pub
What: Talking (creative, I know ;-)) about immortality and stuff
When: After this
Rating: Middle (probably)
Open: No
Status: Unfinished
It wasn’t finished yet. Dusting, cleaning, redecorating – the final touches were still missing. But his pub was close to ready. His pub! The combination of those two simple words was a poem to his ears. This had been his dream back in Ireland. It had seemed impossible to achieve after his recruitment. But now, here he was, leading an almost human life. Mitchell smiled to himself as he looked around, nodded shortly and then decided to go and stock the bar. Gin, vodka, whiskey, scotch, every alcohol he had been able to find in the stores was now in the storage room of his pub. It still needed to find its way into the shelves though. Mitchell vanished in the storage room only to appear a minute later with two beer kegs. One in each hand. He placed them on the floor behind the bar and switched one of them for the barrel that had previously been tapped. |