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"Whaddya know, a magic bar," Jack says as he walks into Milliways instead of his office. "Couldn't it have turned up before I got my ass talked off by scientists?"
Progress reports on rocks ("So, what is it? A new explosive? A cure for cancer?" "It reacts with potassium!" "Does it blow up?" "No, it melts." "...") aren't among his favourite ways to spend a late afternoon.
"Jack Daniels on the rocks," he says to Bar. It's still not there by the time he hops up on a bar stool and rolls up his sleeves, so he rolls his eyes and adds, "Please."
He doesn't exactly receive a generous amount of whiskey.
He sighs.
[ooc: class time! back at 4pm edt. ♥ ]
Progress reports on rocks ("So, what is it? A new explosive? A cure for cancer?" "It reacts with potassium!" "Does it blow up?" "No, it melts." "...") aren't among his favourite ways to spend a late afternoon.
"Jack Daniels on the rocks," he says to Bar. It's still not there by the time he hops up on a bar stool and rolls up his sleeves, so he rolls his eyes and adds, "Please."
He doesn't exactly receive a generous amount of whiskey.
He sighs.
[ooc: class time! back at 4pm edt. ♥ ]