The music was... normal? Regular, popular music? There were no gremlins, no strangeness, and Tiny was keeping his own brand of weirdness to a minimum
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Nikolai... didn't have his ID. His ID was still in his wallet, and his wallet, so far as he was aware, was somewhere in the BWI, presumably being picked apart by airport security for something to use against him. He had no damn clue, at this point.
He did, however, have a pair of mirrored shades and some spending money, thanks to the shift he put in on the weekend at the Arms, and after the sort of week he'd had, Nikolai was in need of a fucking drink.
"I don't suppose you have something stiff and cheap?"
"I have both, although the cheaper you get the worse it tastes," Emma answered, leaning back to look him over. Not bad. "So long as you're over twenty-one years old."
It was Fandom, what with time-travel and clones and such, even if he looked old enough, she had to check. "Got an ID?"
"I'll be twenty-seven in less than a month," Nick sighed, shaking his head. "My wallet's in an airport somewhere and I've been running on the good graces of my new, if temporary, employer since tripping over this crazy island. But if it's an issue, I suppose I'll make do with a Coke."
He didn't have to like it, but he at least respected that he was being carded, here. The lovely young woman at the counter could hardly be blamed for doing her job.
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He did, however, have a pair of mirrored shades and some spending money, thanks to the shift he put in on the weekend at the Arms, and after the sort of week he'd had, Nikolai was in need of a fucking drink.
"I don't suppose you have something stiff and cheap?"
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It was Fandom, what with time-travel and clones and such, even if he looked old enough, she had to check. "Got an ID?"
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He didn't have to like it, but he at least respected that he was being carded, here. The lovely young woman at the counter could hardly be blamed for doing her job.
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