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[laundry_buddy]

When Billy next finds himself in Milliways, he finds himself accosted (if such a word can be used of a tabletop) by the bar, via napkin.

He reads the very pointed note, and goes around to stand behind the bar, instead of moping around in front of it. Billy's drink-mixing skills are barely existent, but he figures he can manage for a little while.

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[laundry_buddy]

"Well... no," he says, frankly.

(And no, he won't be ignoring the gauntlets. They're kind of spectacular.)

"You a superhero, perchance?"

[laundry_buddy]

"Awesome!"

He stares avidly at her gauntlets, hoping they'll burst into electric flame or something.

"Wish I could do that."

[laundry_buddy]

He shrinks down into his hoodie.

"Oh, uh... me?"

He looks, for lack of a better word, shifty.

"I'm just an ordinary guy."

[laundry_buddy]

He shrugs, uncomfortable.

"Hey, the grass is always greener, right?"

[laundry_buddy]

"Any particular kind of soda?" he asks.

"And... I'm Billy. Just Billy." He smiles, awkwardly (per usual). "Nice to meet you."

[laundry_buddy]

He grabs it, fighting his trepidation (and simultaneous secret hope) that she will electrocute him.

"I'd be really, uh, interested to hear more about your superpowers and such.

"Unless you're sick of talking about 'em," he adds hastily.

[laundry_buddy]

"So, then..." He thinks. "Do the lights go out when you absorb the power?"