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He sweeps in tonight like a man on a mission, car keys in his hand, obviously en route to kick some scumbag's head in. So, y'know. Not all that happy about being sidetracked.
Still! Always time for a quick snifter.
'Double Sc....oh, you are jokin' me.'
A napkin informs him that no, actually, she is not. He sighs, and runs his hand over his forehead.
'You are a complete pain in the arse, you know that? Mind you, you are a woman.'
He doesn't bother with a specials menu. Well, does he ever? He just shrugs his coat off, tosses his keys down, and pours himself a pint.
'Come an' get it, then! If you must.'
Bar's open.
After he's finished his drink.
[OOC: Aaaaand, slowtime it is. Thanks, folks! Ace threads, and I'll tag everything up in the morning. <333]