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There's a Man in Black striding in through the Door. It's been quite a while, and he wasn't actually expecting to end up here tonight. As the Door quietly shuts behind him, he slips that shiny black phone of his back into an inner pocket of his Suit, and takes a seat at the Bar. As usual, he makes a point of ignoring that pain-in-the-ass shrink a few seats down.
There's a napkin waiting for him as he settles in. He eyes the writing on it and nods. "Too right, Darlin', been much too long. I'll have the usual, if you please."
A double of Eli Lockhart's finest bourbon appears with a *bamph*. K lifts it up, admiring the look of that wonderful stuff under the lights of Milliways and offers what looks suspiciously like a smile.
"Back in the saddle. About time."
There's a napkin waiting for him as he settles in. He eyes the writing on it and nods. "Too right, Darlin', been much too long. I'll have the usual, if you please."
A double of Eli Lockhart's finest bourbon appears with a *bamph*. K lifts it up, admiring the look of that wonderful stuff under the lights of Milliways and offers what looks suspiciously like a smile.
"Back in the saddle. About time."