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[finalpunchline]

WHO: A Comedian, an Action Hero, and a Mayor
WHERE: Walk into a bar
WHEN: on a Friday night (Oct 14)
SUMMARY: There's a punchline in this somewhere
WARNINGS: See people involved.
FORMAT: Quick?

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[doubleoohbaby]

[James isn't sure how he managed it, but he's dragged Mitch into this and they're on time. He's not even all that surprised when he spots Eddie already getting through a bottle to himself. Bond does similar these days, also no thanks to his own powers.]

You've started without us. [He comments as he pulls up a seat beside Eddie and flags for the bartender.]

[homomachinis]

[ And Mitchell is along for the ride as well. Unfortunately.

Okay, so he's somewhat alright with this, but the Mayor is damned uncomfortable when it comes to socializing. He is, however, going to make his way there, and sit down on the other side of James, and wait for the bartender, since his bodyguard has already done the hard work of flagging them down. ]

See, that's just fucking rude.

[finalpunchline]

[And Mitch already has Eddie laughing. He refills his own glass with the bottle at hand, not bothering to even pretend to offer to share while they wait.]

Now there's some straight shootin'. Answers how this poor bastard still has a job.

[doubleoohbaby]

[The barman doesn't waste time and James is ordering a whiskey for himself. Large. Extremely large. Maybe he'll just get the bottle later. Mitch can order his own drink.]

One of the most charming politicians I've ever met. [Oh wait, that was sarcasm.]

[homomachinis]

James, don't lie. I'm the opposite of charming! [ And he turns to the bartender, slipping him cash, and ordering a top of the line bit, but only one. He isn't often a heavy drinker. ]

Glad you appreciate a bit of honesty. Not too many people are fans anymore.

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[They will attempt to change that tonight.]

Anymore? Name a time when honesty was in style an' I'll call you the damn liar ya are.

[doubleoohbaby]

[They'll certainly try their hardest. James is already chugging down his own drink with the intention of getting through them quick.]

Honest men like us are a dying breed.

[homomachinis]

Shit, some people prefer honesty to a bald faced lie, don't they?

[ He's just sippin' ]

I'd say it's in style for men like us.

[finalpunchline]

In certain company, eh?

[And Eddie already needs to refill from his bottle. And, because he's feeling all nice tonight, pushes the bottle towards James for a moment.]

Can't tell there's a city in creation smart enough to prefer it enough to vote for it.

[doubleoohbaby]

We've made a sodding start, haven't we? We've somehow managed to get him- [A jerk of his thumb towards Mitch.] -into power.

[Eddie's offer is greeted with a grateful bow of James' head, though he makes no show of being polite beyond that, helping himself to a large portion before sliding the bottle back.]

[homomachinis]

[ Mitch just smiles at the two of them, and kicks back a bit. He's a fucking dirty liar, but it's not like he'll actually pipe up with that. ]

I think we're in a fluke city. Most people don't really want brutal honesty, that's for fucking sure.

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But they'll ask for it day in an' out. That's the fun of it. But, hell, sure there's more cogs turnin' now then either of you are gonna spit out, eh?

[The Comedian doesn't look wistful, but he's close to his version of it as he pulls out a cigar.]

Government work. Best gag there is.

[doubleoohbaby]

It's not so bad if you can get it.

[He agrees, mirroring Edward's movements as he reaches to pull a gunmetal cigarette case.]

It's a running gag though. Never takes a fucking break.

[homomachinis]

[ MAN Both the guys are smoking. :| Mitch's finger drums on the bar slightly, but he doesn't pull any out, because he doesn't normally smoke them. Guess who's going to have to bum after a bit? ]

Hey, that's the way government is, you know? You can't stop, or everyone thinks you're not working.

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[They are the best influences, hands down. And Eddie lights up.]

No pleasing them. Government doesn't do shit, an' manages to fuck it all up at the same time. Seems ya manage well enough here, though. An' no one gives a damn about the national game.

[doubleoohbaby]

[Thankfully Bond is a man of manners (usually) so after he's fished out his cigarette (filtered, with three gold bands on the tip, a little personalised touch from his Commander days) he slides the case towards Mitch while lighting up his own. The smoke is sweet, not far off a cigar.]

Back home their all a bunch of a back-stabbing bastards too. Recruit criminals rather than bother to fight against them. Sometimes you've got to wonder why you bother fighting for it at all.