Our evening starts with a
nasty little argument between Bernard and Fleur. Long story short, Bernard is jealous of Raph, because he secretly thinks Fleur is in danger of developing feelings for the former turtle. This is based on her amazing persistence in the face of Raph's total cluelessness. A fuck is one thing, but a heart is another. ANYWAY. They have several misunderstandings, ending with Fleur kinda-sorta-breaking up with Bernard without meaning to.
Post-argument, Bernard
opens up the bar for Happy Hour, and the specials are, well, special. *EG*
Holden
approaches and is rebuffed coldly at first. He's like a puppy dog and Bernard totally kicks him.
Willow
drops by, and orders lots of bizarre drinks while recounting her adventures with wayward plumbing.
Alanna
asks for a brandy, and learns a little more about the bar.
Each of these people ask what's wrong and Bernard says nothing.
Scully
stalks over, enraged, in order to find out more about what happened to Mulder. Bernard thinks she's after him for a past bombing, but she disabuses him of that notion quickly. He gives her a key to Mulder's room and sends her on her way.
Meanwhile, Fleur
enters the bar and begins
flirting with intent with Lord Peter Wimsey. Bernard
is increasingly distraught. When Fleur propositions, Lord Peter, Bernard's tolerance is exhausted, and he
breaks a glass full of cocktail all over Willow.
He
leaves abruptly, wrapping his hand in a rag. Fleur sees him, but does not follow.
Bernard
goes to his room, infuriated by what he sees as Fleur's attempt to bait his jealousy, and writes four letters. They are addressed to Sirius, Holden, Ophelia, and Fleur. They are all examples of his current emotional constipation.
He
comes back out and sets the letters into the bar. He leaves. Fleur has a panic attack, and John and Raph help her to a room that does not smell of Bernard.
AAAAND, I am AFK as of right now until at least Sunday night, probably Monday. I will miss youuuu!