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[navyafterone]

James is bulkier than usual as he enters the bar, with body armour under a tracksuit and beige overalls over the top with LUTON SECURITY across his back

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[i_heart_winona]

"Kids these days." Said the man on the stool near him, head buried in a newspaper from Florida, cup of coffee nearby. "Language language."

Pot, kettle. :|

[navyafterone]

James looks at the man flatly over his coffee.

"Would you rather I picked another to swear in?"

[i_heart_winona]

"That'd be interesting. I know a few curse words in alien language myself." John eyed him over the paper. "Frelling greebols and all that."

John is not cra--wait. Nevermind.

[navyafterone]

"...I dunno any alien languages," James admits, grudgingly impressed. "Just Russian and Spanish. I can swear in French, Arabic and Cantonese, though."

[i_heart_winona]

"Nice." John approved! "I took Spanish in high school...never use it."

He set his paper down and took a quick sip of coffee. "Name's John Crichton."

[navyafterone]

"Me neither. Maybe I'll go on holiday to Ibiza some time."

He grins quickly, and finally puts all of the cash down on Bar, though he keeps a hand on top of the pile. Don't want someone trying their luck.

"James," he offers in return, and sips his own coffee. "'s nice to meet you, Mr Crichton."

[i_heart_winona]

"Uh, John. Mr. Crichton's my father." He drawled, shaking his head. "And while we may have the same profession, I'm not him."

[navyafterone]

"John, then," with a nod.

He tilts his head, curious. "Yeah? What profession's that?"

[i_heart_winona]

"Astronaut." John said, then paused. "Or...shooting target. Hmm. A mixture of both."

[navyafterone]

James grins again. Now he knows an astronaut and a space pilot!

Or maybe they're the same thing...

"That's awesome. The astronaut part, I mean. I don't suppose you get paid for being shot at."