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[andmisterhyde]

Hyde's here, in red courderoys, patterned shirt and suede vest, funking the place up.

He doesn't appear to be passed out. In fact, he's tossing a deck of 51 into a floppy black pimp hat.

There is also a glass of water containing a goldfish sitting on the table.

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[wesknowsbetter]

Wes has been trying to figure out the goldfish from a distance for some minutes. He eventually strolls over.

"I have to ask about the fish," he admits.

[andmisterhyde]

"Gills, fins and a tail," Hyde says without looking up. The 6 of Spades flutters clean off the table as he misses.

[wesknowsbetter]

Wes peers into the glass.

"You're right."

Fish in New Jersey aren't so healthy looking.

"Pet?"

[andmisterhyde]

"I don't know where it came from, man. I asked for a glass of water and it threw in a fish."

Hyde finally looks up. "Could you get me that card? A deck of fifty would really suck."

[wesknowsbetter]

Wes laughs. Threw in a fish! Gosh the things that happen. Kooky.

He obliges, picking up the card and holding it out.

"Do you know if it's a girl, or a boy?"

[andmisterhyde]

Hyde takes the card, but he seems a bit distracted. Maybe it's something about Wes', y'know, face.

"Color me crazy but you look pretty damn familiar."

[wesknowsbetter]

"I've gotten that," Wes agrees. "I hear I look like someone else? I haven't met him, personally, so I can't say."

[andmisterhyde]

"Yeah, you look like Meers, man." Hyde gives him a good staredown before returning to his card game. He gets one in this time.

[wesknowsbetter]

"I'm Wes," says Wes. Because anything else would be false advertising.

[andmisterhyde]

"So if you're Wes, why do you look like Meers?" He points accusingly. "If you tell me you play him on teevee I'm kicking your ass."

[wesknowsbetter]

Wes chuckles.

"Oh, I'm not an actor," he insists. "I'm flattered though. But my career asperations are quite different."

He winks.

Then he thinks.

"Actually...you know...maybe not that different?"

[andmisterhyde]

Hyde raises his rather distinctive eyebrow at Wes.

"Why don't you quit pussyfooting around and say what you mean to say? Because I have a headache, and this deck only has fifty-one cards, man!"

[wesknowsbetter]

"Oh, Gee, really? Can I get you some aspirin? I haven't been doing this very long," Wes says apologetically. He loosens his tie. "Let's see...I'm demon. Personal assistant. Kind of working on the whole Apocalpyse. It's going well."

[andmisterhyde]

"Oh yeah? Why would you steal Meers' body for important work like the Apocalypse, man? Is it that whole 'unassuming geek' thing or something?"

Hyde eyes him as he tosses a card, managing to get it in despite his not-looking.

[wesknowsbetter]

Wes looks thoughful.

"I thought it looked comfortable. And I did pay for it," he points out.

"Do you really think this that person's...? Gosh, that would be funny. Sometimes life is like that."

[andmisterhyde]

Hyde shakes his frizzy head.

"All I'm saying is - when Meers sees you, he'll probably throw a fit, and get all weird. But he doesn't talk to me much anyway, so I guess I'm cool with it."

Hyde nods a little, shrugging.