Nina glanced at him for a second to check her senses. If this was Jack Bauer, he was in his dirty hippie stage. More investigation was warranted. A slightly wry smile as she sipped her martini.
His voice, however, is practically identical, if not for the very faint twinge of New Mexico and Alabama seeping in. Wait until he's had another whiskey.
He notices that she's at least not telling him to go away, so he figures conversation won't hurt them.
A slight motion at her glass. "Can I ask what you're drinking?"
Doc's just turned 21. Granted, he's been sipping at whiskey since he was old enough to shoot straight while riding horseback, but this glass confuses him. How the hell is he supposed to hold onto it.
Once he figures it out, he sips at it, then puts it down and makes the barest hint of a face.
Doc is more than happy to see the margaritini go back to her. He'll stick with whiskey, thank you.
Besides, he had enough tequila last night with the talking cat with the sword and hat. No more is needed.
"Thank you, Ma'am," he says, in reference to the sip of the drink she allowed him, before he picks up his own glass. "And this place...heck, place is either amusing as hell or just as irritating."
Nina Myers is amused by the thought of being referred to as "the gentle sex" which is something Nina's never been or had. No sense in being discourteous to him, though.
Doc wanders to the bar and takes a seat a few stools down. When she glances over, he gives her a pleasant nod.
"Evening, ma'am."
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"Evening."
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He nods at the martini, fingers curled around his own glass of whiskey.
"Obviously you're having a good one."
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"Quite the observation there..."
She trailed off, leaving the name for him to insert.
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His voice, however, is practically identical, if not for the very faint twinge of New Mexico and Alabama seeping in. Wait until he's had another whiskey.
He notices that she's at least not telling him to go away, so he figures conversation won't hurt them.
A slight motion at her glass. "Can I ask what you're drinking?"
Doc's never seen a martini before.
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"It's a martini."
Then, she smiled slightly banishing the previous look and pushed the glass towards him.
"Go on, have a sip."
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Once he figures it out, he sips at it, then puts it down and makes the barest hint of a face.
"What is that?"
Strong. Different. Kinda good.
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"Triple Sec and Tequila mostly."
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"It's good. Never had anything that looked like that before..." A pause, as he thinks. "Granted lots of things seem to be ahead of my time."
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"This place is strange like that."
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Besides, he had enough tequila last night with the talking cat with the sword and hat. No more is needed.
"Thank you, Ma'am," he says, in reference to the sip of the drink she allowed him, before he picks up his own glass. "And this place...heck, place is either amusing as hell or just as irritating."
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"I think it is both."
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"I'd have to agree."
A beat.
"You stuck here too?"
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"Oh, and I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Bridget."
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Doc is very polite. Always has been and always will be, with the gentle sex. Plus, it was nice to meet someone else who was stuck in the bar.
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"A pleasure as well, Doc."
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