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May 13, 2009 21:10

Jake walks into the bar after a long day at work, still in his slacks, button-down, and NSA badge. His housekey is quickly pocketed once he realizes where he is, exactly. Milliways wasn't what he was expecting, but the relieved smile that appears on his face shows that he's not upset to see its friendly space at all.

Then, there's a nipping at his heels. Jake ignores it the first time, and walks over toward the bar to grab a glass of ice water.

Then it happens again. "Hey, cut that--wait. Where'd you come from?"

The innocent little face that stares back at him as he turns around says nothing, and just gazes up at him with baleful eyes.

(Jake has never had a puppy. Jake is also unable to resist the cute.)

"You have a mommy or a daddy, little guy?" he asks, carefully kneeling down to check the dog's tags and scratch under its chin. It's current on all shots and male, but seems to have lost its nametag, as well as any contact information.

"Well," Jake says, I guess you're with me for now, aren't you?" He trots over to the bar to get water, and the dog follows on its stubby little puppy legs. This one's a keeper, folks.

[Tiny Tags: Jake Foley (and puppy), Chuck Bartowski]

chuck bartowski, johnny smith

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