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A bloke walks into

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John turns and gives the young man a slow head-to-toe once-over. Then he drags on his smoke and says, "Pull the other, mate. It's got bells on."

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Oh, John is well aware of this lad's looks, never doubt that. ;)

He glances over at the bar and sees there's noone behind it. So he just says, "Look here, sunshine, just cut the cack and tell me how to get out of here."

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"Stuck? Not bloody likely, sunshine." He looks around again and sees the door to the kitchen. He snorts and says to Ganymede, "Not much help, you are. I'll be off, then." He walks around the Bar and pushes through the swinging door to the kitchen.

A minute later he walks back in, comes right up to Ganymede and says, "There's a bleedin' lake out there!"

...as if he's accusing him of putting it there.

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The glass is obviously an invitation, so John takes it, drains the contents and licks his lips. He puts it back down, lights another cig and has another look at his surroundings. With an Oh-so-cool, I've-seen-everything-and-had-your-mum sneer, he says, "Right then. I take it this ain't the Roxy."

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The grin that slowly blossoms on John's face is frankly predatory. He takes the cigarette back and, without taking his eyes from Ganymede's face, gives the filter a little lick before taking a drag. He flicks a look down at the empty glass and says, "So it's a bar, yeah? What're you having, sunshine?"

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"Brilliant. I'll have one as well, ta." With a smile and a wink he pulls a chair out next to Ganymede's couch, spins it around and straddles it backwards.

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"Don't mind if I do." He looks around. No bartender, no waitress...

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John's expression: from... the...? He looks about and finally notices that there are rats scurrying around holding *trays*. He waves to one and says, "Ah, his tipple. Twice, ta." Nodding his head to indicate Ganymede.