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As far as Malcolm was concerned when he came down the stairs from his room, it's only been a day or two since he last enjoyed a late-evening nightcap at his usual seat at the bar. But it only takes a minute for him to take in all the new faces and realize Milliways must have done it to him again.
Fortunately, no one's grabbed his spot in the meantime. He sits down--as usual, ignoring that pain-in-the-ass Man in Black a few seats down--and orders his usual Glenmorangie.
"Time slip, huh?" he asks Bar. "How long was it this time?"
When he reads the reply on the napkin, he rolls his eyes and smirks. "Greeeat. Not like I had patients here or anything. I hope your Boss knows when He does this, if one of them blows this place up in the meantime, I'm not taking the fall."
Fortunately, no one's grabbed his spot in the meantime. He sits down--as usual, ignoring that pain-in-the-ass Man in Black a few seats down--and orders his usual Glenmorangie.
"Time slip, huh?" he asks Bar. "How long was it this time?"
When he reads the reply on the napkin, he rolls his eyes and smirks. "Greeeat. Not like I had patients here or anything. I hope your Boss knows when He does this, if one of them blows this place up in the meantime, I'm not taking the fall."