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[callsignhusker]

"A going out in spirit," he said, and looked at me as though he expected me to understand what he meant. I didn't know what he meant. The disappointment was too much for him, and I did not hear from him for ten years. I couldn't really call it a letter. More like he took a scrap of paper and shoved it in an envelope. On the piece of paper he had

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[hippodamio]

There is a small boy not far off, dressed in a linen tunic and sandals; he peers at the cover of Adama's closed book with the intently puzzled expression of one who expects marks to resolve themselves into letters any day now.

[callsignhusker]

He sees the boy out of the corner of his eye, and his head turns.

After regarding him steadily for a moment, Adama pushes the book along the bar toward him. "Would you like to see it?"

[hippodamio]

"I only wanted to see the writing," says Hektor. "It looks nothing like any letters I know at all. I am sorry, I didn't mean to stare so."

[callsignhusker]

Adama nods. "The people here come from a lot of places." Gravelly; courteous. "Different systems of writing seem to go along with that."

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly comes down the stairs and practically skips up to the bar next to Adama.

"Bar! I love it. Inara and I were totally wondering how we were going to get the lighting like that but whatever alien crystal you found is rocking. Thank you!"

She pats the bar lovingly, and a vodka tonic pops up. Lilly beams.

"You are the best," she declares, picking up the beverage and turning to Adama. "Isn't she the best, uh, strange guy in uniform?"

[callsignhusker]

Adama was taking the strategy of not paying attention -- until he's addressed what he thinks is directly.

He lifts his head. Mildly: "Sure."

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly smiles at him.

"Damn straight. If she wasn't, I don't know what the hell I'd be doing with my brothel right now."

She takes a long, refreshing swallow of her drink.

[callsignhusker]

Adama's face is ruthlessly neutral.

"I don't quite see the connection," he says, politely.

[aj_crawley]

It's funny how, even on a Friday night, there's an empty seat at the bar when a demon just so happens to feel like making himself comfortable there with a glass of wine. It's a little less fortunate, though, that the Friday night customers are plentiful enough, and close enough, that Crowley jostles Adama's elbow as he slides onto the neighbouring stool.

"Ooh - sorry - "

[callsignhusker]

Adama looks up, and nods briefly. "It's fine."

The kind of man who wears sunglasses inside has never been the kind of man that Adama can identify with.

The purpose of opaque glasses is too obvious.

"Busy night," he remarks, idly. His own eyeglasses rest on top of his book.

[aj_crawley]

"Seen worse," Crowley replies with a grin, tapping Bar's smooth wooden surface and giving her a pat of thanks when a glass of the house red appears by his hand. "At least nobody's getting married this week. Though I 'spose then, at least, drinks'd probably be on tap."

[callsignhusker]

"People get married here," with mild amounts of disbelief. His eyebrows rise.

[gabriel_tam]

The front door opens, and an exhausted-looking Gabriel Tam slips in-- then stops in surprise. In the next moment, he straightens his shoulders, glancing around the room.

He tugs at his jacket front in a motion that would be familiar to anyone who knows his son well, and after a second's consideration, starts across the room toward the bar.

[callsignhusker]

"Senator," mildly, with a moment's lightening of his expression, when Gabriel is close enough.

[gabriel_tam]

"Commander," he answers, with a nod and a cordial smile. "Good to see you."

[callsignhusker]

"Likewise." Adama places his eyeglasses on top of his book. "You've been well?"

[nitro_is_ace]

Person is eating something.

Well.

Drinking.

But drinking is often accompanied by food!

There's a very, very hopeful Doberman sitting patiently at your feet, Adama. She nominally belongs to the shortish woman in the oversized bepatched coat, who has only just come over herself, and is sitting a few barstools away.

[callsignhusker]

Adama doesn't immediately make the connection to the woman. But once he spots the dog:

"Sorry."

He's leaning over to the side, peering down.

"Nothing up here."

For one fleeting moment, he's tempted to give the dog the book.

[nitro_is_ace]

Awwww, Adama, you've made the poor dog sad. Her ears droop impressively, and with heavy, miserable movements she slumps off back to Ace.

Who absent-mindedly feeds her another few pieces of hot dog.

Magic has no shame. No shame at all.

[callsignhusker]

Adama's eyes follow the dog's progress, until he looks up at the woman. "A friend of yours?"