"What is wrong with you?"
Two men wearing identical business suits walk through the door. The bigger one seems to be raging a little bit at the smaller man.
"Who the hell falls asleep in a box?" Penn demands, shoving Teller slightly. "You trying to screw this up for us
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He's so damn loud -- that she lifts her head up, eyes drawn. Watches and purses her lips into a dissatisfied expression. She scrubs a hand over her cheek, rubs the spots on the newsprint where there are smudges, and waits.
"Bar, if he's going to be a jerkface, don't give him anything."
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"It's always nice to see a familiar face around here," he says easily. "Especially one that isn't always trying to sabotage me."
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Bar wouldn't listen to me." Beat. "Familiar faces. Even if the time-lines blur. This time, when you aren't yelling at your partner, how are you?"
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He leans against the bar. "I'm better, now that he's out of my face."
It was so clearly the other way round. Even Stevie Wonder could have seen that.
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She's keeping out of the way of the argument, but once Penn's a short distance off, she can't help a glance up and over. At Teller, not Penn. There's a tiny frown on her face, but it's not the quiet half of the duo she's frowning at.
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This is normal behaviour for them, really. And, in a way, it's a little more safe, since neither of them are throwing knives at the other (which is also perfectly normal behaviour for the two of them).
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"Are you alright, though?" Sariel looks as though she's got a fair idea of the answer, given that shrug, but it's still better to ask.
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Teller taps out a string of Morse code on the Bar, ordering himself a chocolate Yoo-hoo, and nods easily.
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