Director backs into the BAAR, holding the door open with a shoulder and a foot. As he turns, the door chunks shut and the glaring daylight fades. He's holding two cases in his arms. It looks suspiciously like...
"It is!" He says, toting the cases to the bartop. "Two cases of the finest champagne." He reaches under his coat. "There's a jug of ice-cold milk in one of the cases, and here's a box of homemade cookies for those who partake of less alcoholic pleasures."
"And my good barkeeps - all the drinks are on me! And the tips, of course..." He lays down a large V-note.
He gestures grandly at the open-mouthed faces around the room, all wondering what has this madman stirred up. "It is finished! Over! Complete! The Spirit Done Moved On! And the link is in my sig."
Zhai makes more thoughtful notes in his little book.
"Oh, yeah, the fresh salmon for Olaf - it's out in the truck, let me go get that."
He starts to hurry out, pauses. "I just heard from Sorcerer, by the way. He's OK, but a little shaken up. He thought the Lord of Bones was going to make him a saint. He wasn't ready for the other kind of cannon-ization."
He ducks in case the beer bottles start flying and hurries out for the salmon.
"It is!" He says, toting the cases to the bartop. "Two cases of the finest champagne." He reaches under his coat. "There's a jug of ice-cold milk in one of the cases, and here's a box of homemade cookies for those who partake of less alcoholic pleasures."
"And my good barkeeps - all the drinks are on me! And the tips, of course..." He lays down a large V-note.
He gestures grandly at the open-mouthed faces around the room, all wondering what has this madman stirred up. "It is finished! Over! Complete! The Spirit Done Moved On! And the link is in my sig."
Zhai makes more thoughtful notes in his little book.
"Oh, yeah, the fresh salmon for Olaf - it's out in the truck, let me go get that."
He starts to hurry out, pauses. "I just heard from Sorcerer, by the way. He's OK, but a little shaken up. He thought the Lord of Bones was going to make him a saint. He wasn't ready for the other kind of cannon-ization."
He ducks in case the beer bottles start flying and hurries out for the salmon.