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[maj_ferretface]

Frank steps into the bar and freezes.

It is a long, long moment later when blue eyes widen knowingly and he says, "This is a Communist plot."

He straightens his jacket in one sharp move and walks to the bar, and with every step, his voice gets stronger. "Commie plot," mutters Frank Burns. His lip curls and he takes a stool. "Commie plot."

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[nitro_is_ace]

"Yes." Says the pyro in the booth by the door, looking up from her supper of chicken curry and naan. "Yes, it is. Congratulations. You win... well. You don't really win anything other than the satisfaction of knowing, in your heart of hearts, that you are right."

Sometimes? Ace lies through her teeth.

[maj_ferretface]

Frank whirls, and while he is slightly distrustful -- because there is no beating a good old true red white and blue American -- she acknowledges that he's right. He opens his mouth to respond ... then closes it and eyes her suspiciously. "How do you know?"

[nitro_is_ace]

No, there is no beating a good old true red white and blue American - you have to blow them up. Sorry. Ace just isn't that good with a right hook.

"Well, it's either that or a bar at the end of the universe, with connections to every multiverse and alternative dimension possible... an' that's just silly." Ace replies calmly, sopping up some of the curry with the naan.

[maj_ferretface]

He ignores her words. "You're not one yourself, are you?" As unAmerican, she is immediately treated to large doses of the traditional Burns skepticism.

[nitro_is_ace]

"A bar at the end of the universe with connections to every multivesre and alternative dimension possible? No. But I do travel." Ace answers with perfect honesty. He should try the curry. It's tasty.

[maj_ferretface]

Frank's eyes narrow at how skillfully she just evaded the question. "A Communist. You're not a Commie, are you?"

[nitro_is_ace]

"Ffft, that style of government has never worked in the long term, no matter how good it looks on paper. Mind you, I don't mind a spot of anarchy now an' then. Good for developin' reflexes."

...

Well. It is when you're in the middle of said anarchy.

[maj_ferretface]

"Anarchy," Frank says, a little uncertainly, "is bad." Communism, he knows, is bad, as is fascism. But anarchy? He doesn't hear a lot about it.

[nitro_is_ace]

"Awww, y'just sayin' that 'cause y've never done it! Just takes an experienced hand an' the willin'ness t'use elbows when needed." Ace says with an experienced nod.

[maj_ferretface]

He regains some of his surety. "I haven't tried it because democracy is the only government," he says archly. "I'm an American, not some pinko anarchist."

[nitro_is_ace]

"Funny, I always thought anarchists were more of a red color. What with the blood." Ace muses thoughfully as she toys with her curry.

[maj_ferretface]

"They can be red, too," Frank assures her. "Like--" he sneers, "Commies."

[nitro_is_ace]

"What about green? Can they be green?" Ace asks, curiously. These things need to be discovered, after all.

[maj_ferretface]

Shifty eyes.

Then Frank decides firmly, "No."

[nitro_is_ace]

"Are you sure? It'd be helpful if they were - half the Christmas decoratin' done in one fell swoop." Ace suggests, with a bit of an impish air. "An' all the money not spent on decorations could go towards the caterin'."

[maj_ferretface]

Frank is confused. When in doubt, the only way to go is derision. "Is that supposed to be a joke?" he demands.

(But, uh, really. He's asking.)