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It goes like this:
Nikola steps into the bar and finds himself redressed for the holiday.
The door opens again, and Lorne steps in and finds himself redressed as well.
Neither of their costumes seems particularly out of the ordinary until the two men look at each other.
“Parrish?”
“Detective Kavanaugh?”
“No, Major Lorne. I…Doc? You’re not Dr. Parrish, are you?”
“Certainly not.” Nikola draws himself to his full height, but his attempts to look imposing are somewhat hindered by the bulky jacket and (good lord, really?) cargo shorts he seems to be wearing. “And you’re not Joe Kavanaugh.”
“Nope.” Lorne looks down at his dark trousers and white, button-down shirt, shoulder holster strapped in place and a badge proclaiming him a detective in the Old City Police Department.
“Well, then, Major…Happy Halloween.”
“Yeah, you too.”
And they both go their separate ways, Nikola to a couch by the fire (where, in a moment, he will no doubt discover the travesty that has been perpetrated on his hair) and Lorne to the bar to order a pint.
[ooc: Two pups, one mun. Say in your tag who you're tagging. I'll be out all day tomorrow and most of Sunday, but consider this post open forever.
ETA: Also? Car keys bait for Sari Sumdac (for Lorne) and the Flying Squirrel (for Nikola).]
Nikola steps into the bar and finds himself redressed for the holiday.
The door opens again, and Lorne steps in and finds himself redressed as well.
Neither of their costumes seems particularly out of the ordinary until the two men look at each other.
“Parrish?”
“Detective Kavanaugh?”
“No, Major Lorne. I…Doc? You’re not Dr. Parrish, are you?”
“Certainly not.” Nikola draws himself to his full height, but his attempts to look imposing are somewhat hindered by the bulky jacket and (good lord, really?) cargo shorts he seems to be wearing. “And you’re not Joe Kavanaugh.”
“Nope.” Lorne looks down at his dark trousers and white, button-down shirt, shoulder holster strapped in place and a badge proclaiming him a detective in the Old City Police Department.
“Well, then, Major…Happy Halloween.”
“Yeah, you too.”
And they both go their separate ways, Nikola to a couch by the fire (where, in a moment, he will no doubt discover the travesty that has been perpetrated on his hair) and Lorne to the bar to order a pint.
[ooc: Two pups, one mun. Say in your tag who you're tagging. I'll be out all day tomorrow and most of Sunday, but consider this post open forever.
ETA: Also? Car keys bait for Sari Sumdac (for Lorne) and the Flying Squirrel (for Nikola).]