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[blowupthefloats]

Walking through the door with a cold case box tucked under one arm, John Munch is glad to see Milliways where he expected the squad room of the 1-6 to be. The idea of going through an old case from the comfort of a corner booth is much more appealing than sitting at his desk

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[hey35nholding]

Clementine knows exactly what she wants - well, it's what she asks every single bartender for ever since she bought her first fake ID. "One gin and tonic."

[blowupthefloats]

The man behind the bar nods. "Coming right up."

[hey35nholding]

Clem nods and grins. "Just got off my shift, and I'm ready to party."

[blowupthefloats]

"Lucky you," comments Munch, and after another minute he sets her drink down in front of her.

[hey35nholding]

Clem snorts. "I just got off a prostitution sting - I don't mind six hours in high heels, but the waiting around's boring as hell. So, what do you do when you're not tending magical bar?"

[blowupthefloats]

"I'm a detective with the NYPD. Special Victims Unit."

[hey35nholding]

"Huh, really? Clementine Johnson, Reno SD."