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[laloteria]

[ oom: a typical day at el palacio de los asesinos. except ... not. la lotería comes again.]Wireman had left Miss Eastlake's pack of cigarettes in the other room, so, after checking to make sure he hadn't imagined her lucidity, he'd gone to get them

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[not_his_pa]

William's getting ready to head out the front door of the Bar and almost runs into Wireman,

"Pardon me, sir, but don't think you'll be findin' her here."

[laloteria]

"Pardon me, friend, if what I'm saying don't seem right. Joe Cocker, nineteen seventy-two."

Wireman points his two fingers at the kid in the cowboy outfit, a mimed gun.

"This ain't where I'm supposed to be, muchacho."

He tells himself he just fell asleep during Oprah.

[not_his_pa]

He blinks since that didn't quite make sense to him as the way he said the name didn't seem like an introduction. The mimed gun gets a quick glare as it seems to be making fun of him,

"No, sir, this is Milliways. I ain't sure where you were meanin' to end up."

[laloteria]

"Miss Eastlake's --"

He cuts off abruptly at a thought hits him, and wheels around as if he means to head right back out the door.

Except there's just a wall where he came through.

Definitely a dream. Nevermind that he can feel the kid isn't lying. Definitely just a dream. Maybe if he plays along ...

"'This is Milliways' doesn't mean anything to me. Care to help Wireman out a little?"

[gotham_knocking]

Knox is nursing a beer after a particularly long, hot Gotham summer day. He sees the new arrival and nods in passing.

[laloteria]

Wireman does not nod back. Wireman turns to head back out the door that is no longer there que demonios es eso.

Wireman turns again and glares back. With feeling.

[gotham_knocking]

"Don't tell me. Can't see the door?" He's seen it many times.

[laloteria]

"Hole in one." His tone indicates a prize is not to follow this accomplishment. "Now if you excuse me, I'm going to go wake myself up now."

Much self-pinching ensues.