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[timsbooks]

Tim is in bar.

He's chatting amiably with Hellspawn.

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[slayer_fray]

Mel is in the bar.

She is...

OK, hang on, she doesn't even know who Hellspawn is.

Cue some double-taking, even if there's a slight smile at seeing the Wizkid.

[timsbooks]

Tim grins at her, his 'son' giving an eye at the lady.

"Heya Mel. long time no see."

[slayer_fray]

"Hey Wizkid," Mel says, raising a hand. She grabs the nearest chair and spins it around to straddle it leaning on the back of it.

"Who's this, then?"

[timsbooks]

"Thi si... What're you calling yourself now, Jack? Yeh, Jack. He's one of the alternate me's"

Jack gives her a nod and a wink.

"He's been helping me out the last couple of months, keeping other me's from getting in when I go walkabout."

[slayer_fray]

Mel nods cordially in Jack's direction. "Gotta be useful that, alternative versions. Goodta meetcha."

[timsbooks]

"Well."

There is some glaring.

"Not when he sleeps with half the bar."

[slayer_fray]

Mel just shrugs, smirking slightly, and addresses Jack

"Long as you don't land Wizkid here with a paternity order, huh?"

[timsbooks]

Jack crosses himself.

"Scouts honor. Magic condoms, doncha know."

There is a slapping of son by father.

"And no more sleeping with people related to each other."

"Look, I didn't KNOW she was Ginnys mother..."

[slayer_fray]

"Magic condoms."

Mel glances from Jack to Tim to Jack again.

There is very very very much not facepalming.

"Magic condoms."

The mother-daughter thing doesn't really get touched. Not now Mel's family is getting all confusing.

[timsbooks]

Jack rolls his eyes.

"It's more of a spell, really. Y'know, to prevent anything from transmitting, ither way, whetehr ti be sperm or disease."

And Tim grunts.

"Raise by Constantine, I can see how ya'd need the diseased bit. Lucky we're getting you outta here before you get any ruptures."

[slayer_fray]

Mel pulls a slightly disgusted face. "Jesu, wait til the magic-resistant strains start evolving round here, s'all I'm saying.

"You leaving, then?" To Jack, still.

[timsbooks]

Jack pulls the same face. He's not happy about what's going on.

"Both of us, actually."

[slayer_fray]

Back to the Wizkid, with wide eyes. "You too? You're leaving?"

[timsbooks]

"Er..."

Tim looks away, the nods.

"Yeh. I'm... taking off. For good."

[slayer_fray]

"Jesu," Mel repeats, frowning now. "How come?"

[timsbooks]

"My time?"

A pause.

"And... I'm getting tired of hurting good people by my carelessness. I need to... move on."