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[cpt_namesake]

[Jack's doing his best to keep his composure, but he's so upset that it's difficult to keep his voice from shaking slightly and his smile looks all too fake.]

I don't suppose anyone know where any alcohol is in this God-forsaken place? I could use a drink.

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[verlorenscasket]

I've got a little moonshine left if you want some. I also know there's some guy who makes it in his house or something. Shit, what was his name....?

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[cpt_namesake]

I'd take whatever you've got at this point.

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[verlorenscasket]

You'll have to come over here I'm afraid. I don't do so well with the cold. I'll see if I can remember that guy's name. You okay with that?

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[cpt_namesake]

Sure, that's fine. If you don't mind.

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[verlorenscasket]

No, not at all.

[x,y]

I'll leave the door open for you.

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[cpt_namesake]

[After a suitable amount of time, Jack knocks lightly on the door to announce his presence before letting himself in.]

Hello?

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[verlorenscasket]

[Frau comes around the corner bundled up in a rather large sweater. He has about three layers on his legs, not that Jack would be able to notice, and four on top and, of course, was wearing his usual gloves. Jack, however, would find the apartment pleasantly warm. He holds out a hand.]

Don't think I introduced myself. The name's Frau.

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[cpt_namesake]

Jack. Pleasure. [He smiles slightly, reaching out to shake hands. He's dressed in a WWII RAF coat, nothing particularly fancy but enough to indicate his rank of captain.]

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[verlorenscasket]

Likewise. C'mon.

[He leads Jack in to the kitchen where he has a couple glasses set up and a little jug sitting there. He nods toward the seat.]

So, you in the military back home?