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paradisalogs2013-10-13 01:48 pm
thebestseller) wrote in paradisalogs2013-10-13 01:48 pm
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Who: Richard Castle and you
What: Open bar log. If you've wanted to meet Castle or your character just wants a drink and someone to talk to, he is there for you. He will not, however, serve alcohol to minors. He does have scruples.
When: The afternoon and evening of October 13th
Where: The Death Match
Rating: PG for now
Castle was finding himself spending more and more time in the Death Match lately. Business had been a little slow, what with a lot of people disappearing lately and M having gone AWOL and all, and he rather liked the quiet and the atmosphere in order to write.
He had no idea how he was going to get published, mind, but at least he was doing what he did best.
When he wasn't writing, he was trying- and failing- to teach himself to do fancy bartender tricks like juggling glasses and empty bottles around. He was quite sure that the ceramic bulldog that had suddenly appeared a few weeks ago was judging him every time he dropped one and had to stop and pick up broken glass, even after he put an old sheet down in an attempt to better collect the shards in one place.
"Come on, at least I'm trying," he told it.
What: Open bar log. If you've wanted to meet Castle or your character just wants a drink and someone to talk to, he is there for you. He will not, however, serve alcohol to minors. He does have scruples.
When: The afternoon and evening of October 13th
Where: The Death Match
Rating: PG for now
Castle was finding himself spending more and more time in the Death Match lately. Business had been a little slow, what with a lot of people disappearing lately and M having gone AWOL and all, and he rather liked the quiet and the atmosphere in order to write.
He had no idea how he was going to get published, mind, but at least he was doing what he did best.
When he wasn't writing, he was trying- and failing- to teach himself to do fancy bartender tricks like juggling glasses and empty bottles around. He was quite sure that the ceramic bulldog that had suddenly appeared a few weeks ago was judging him every time he dropped one and had to stop and pick up broken glass, even after he put an old sheet down in an attempt to better collect the shards in one place.
"Come on, at least I'm trying," he told it.
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[Rodney looks out the window like he suddenly expects one to be strolling down the street.] Seriously?! They have those here?!
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What went wrong on the cruise?