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*Bernard steps into the bar with Ophelia on his arm, looking regal and self-deprecating, and not a little dangerous. He looks all around but regrettably doesn't see the two people he's looking for.
He releases Ophelia's arm with a grin and a pretty kiss to her hand, then moves behind the bar, still grinning dangerously. He leans to the bar and whispers*
One stick dynamite, please.
*It materializes and Bernard's grin intensifies. He now looks more mad than he ever has since he came to Milliways. He slips the stick into his waistband and puts his shirt front over it.*
*He turns to the patrons at the bar*
Now. What can I get you?
He releases Ophelia's arm with a grin and a pretty kiss to her hand, then moves behind the bar, still grinning dangerously. He leans to the bar and whispers*
One stick dynamite, please.
*It materializes and Bernard's grin intensifies. He now looks more mad than he ever has since he came to Milliways. He slips the stick into his waistband and puts his shirt front over it.*
*He turns to the patrons at the bar*
Now. What can I get you?