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ways_back_room2004-07-27 10:53 am
the-woodpecker.livejournal.com) wrote in ways_back_room2004-07-27 10:53 am
In which Bernard is exceptionally stupid and only mildly brave before falling over like an arse.
Bernard arrives about mid-evening and mid-confrontation. He watches tensely while talking with Anthy quietly, contemplating what sort of bomb would make it all stop. Anthy suddenly leaves.
Bernard lifts his shot glass to Door, who is sitting across the room looking rather worse for the wear. She comes over and strikes up yet another tense conversation. They exchange pleasantries and not-so-pleasantries, until Crowley comes in and takes Door. Bernard is a dumbass. He follows. He desperately tries to be threatening. He's neutralized.
Bernard goes back to his table and finishes his tequila, goofily. He then falls over, passed out cold. Fleur takes him to bed.
Bernard lifts his shot glass to Door, who is sitting across the room looking rather worse for the wear. She comes over and strikes up yet another tense conversation. They exchange pleasantries and not-so-pleasantries, until Crowley comes in and takes Door. Bernard is a dumbass. He follows. He desperately tries to be threatening. He's neutralized.
Bernard goes back to his table and finishes his tequila, goofily. He then falls over, passed out cold. Fleur takes him to bed.
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