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Dick Winters comes in with a slight limp. It's nothing he'll complain about, not really. He sits down at the nearest (unoccupied) table, taking off his helmet and placing it on the tabletop once he's properly settled. The bar as a whole is still something he's not completely at ease with, but the brief reprieve is still something he appreciates. Besides, after seeing one of his best friends almost get killed, he's ready to sit down for a bit. The only surprise comes in the form of a small bowl of vanilla ice cream, which, were he more aware of the disparity between what time it is on his side of the door and what time it is here, would make a little more sense. (It is, to be technical, his birthday.)
(Michael Bluth wasn't really having one of his best days. After leading an assorted group of people down to Mexico in order to search for his father, he had driven back up to Newport without realizing that he had effectively stranded his son's girlfriend in a foreign country when he was supposed to have been getting to know her a little bit better. Unsurprisingly, this came as something of an unwelcome shock to both Michael and his son, and they had hightailed the staircar right back across the border as soon as they realized what had happened.) As such, when Michael comes into the bar, he immediately makes a beeline for the bar itself, sitting down at the counter and patting the surface once.
"I'll have a -- you know what, a scotch would be nice."
Septimus has, since his arrival, been patched up. Unfortunately, this has failed to put him in a better mood. Lacking his sword (although still in possession of its sheath in addition to a couple of daggers), when he steps outside, it is not for practice but rather for a brief escape from the general bustle of the bar. He has never been overly fond of large amounts of company and the afterlife is proving no exception.
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(Michael Bluth wasn't really having one of his best days. After leading an assorted group of people down to Mexico in order to search for his father, he had driven back up to Newport without realizing that he had effectively stranded his son's girlfriend in a foreign country when he was supposed to have been getting to know her a little bit better. Unsurprisingly, this came as something of an unwelcome shock to both Michael and his son, and they had hightailed the staircar right back across the border as soon as they realized what had happened.) As such, when Michael comes into the bar, he immediately makes a beeline for the bar itself, sitting down at the counter and patting the surface once.
"I'll have a -- you know what, a scotch would be nice."
Septimus has, since his arrival, been patched up. Unfortunately, this has failed to put him in a better mood. Lacking his sword (although still in possession of its sheath in addition to a couple of daggers), when he steps outside, it is not for practice but rather for a brief escape from the general bustle of the bar. He has never been overly fond of large amounts of company and the afterlife is proving no exception.
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