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[skepticaemia]

If there's going to be flames in the greater Knockturn/Diagon area of wizarding London, then perhaps it's high time that I take that one tiny step closer to actually living in my pub. It does have all the comforts of home, after all: couches, cocktails, and conversation. And despite what rumours may swirl, I can assure you that the comforts are

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[jmff]

I've made some good memories in your toilets.

[skepticaemia]

And inscribed them upon the stall walls? I've had to paint over your name more times than I can count.

[jmff]

Oh yeah? What sort of messages have people left about me in your hallowed cubicles?

[skepticaemia]

It's not the time nor the place
to be taking a crap,
for this is where Justin
gave me the clap.

[pottersfield]

I reckon it's legal. Ethical, however? Maybe not so much.

[skepticaemia]

Nobody was hurt. I don't think ethics exist unless someone was hurt.

[pottersfield]

I didn't realise that ethics blinked in and out of existance like that.

[skepticaemia]

They are wily, the ethics. Impossible to fathom.

[nott_likely]

Yes, very droll, Smith.

[skepticaemia]

You are welcome to drink your posh drinkies at the Banshee, Mr Nott, even if it is odd that you and your mates were drinking at Sybaris a mere hour before it was firebombed.

[nott_likely]

I don't know what you are trying to imply, Smith, but I'm not entirely sure I like it.

[skepticaemia]

No need for bristles. If I truly thought that you and your mates were the fire-bombers targets, I'd not welcome your many shiny galleons at my pub.

[camdenblaiser]

There is a fine line between mirth and bad taste.

[skepticaemia]

Some say I have no concept of lines, let alone fine ones.

[camdenblaiser]

Glitter blinding you?

[skepticaemia]

Better eyes full of glitter than ooky, spooky visions.

[lee_journo]

I MUST try one of those. I'll be in at some point this week, Zach.

[skepticaemia]

Our doors will be open, as always.