Two Guise from Lost | That Bar

[mmdaisies]

The first, a young man, is staring at the Observation Window. He has a glass and a bottle of MacCutcheon whisky. He looks as if he isn't sure whether to be pleased or confused.

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[findaconstant]

With the help of some vodka that nearly made him choke, Daniel's managed to calm down just enough to start thinking clearly again.

Unfortunately, the only thoughts he's having are those that remind him that he's not supposed to be here, he's supposed to be on the Island with Charlotte.

But here he is instead, at the end of the Universe, trying desperately not to panic. The way his heart's racing suggests that he's fighting a losing battle.

The fact that he's just spotted a young Charles Widmore is not helping his situation at all.

[mmdaisies]

Those American soldiers, time travelers, whatever the bloody hell they were, had vanished from his island not too long ago. Richard had become damn well useless since then, his head up in the clouds thinking about that Locke bloke. Meanwhile Ellie was running at the mouth about the bomb and how it had to be burried. Yeah, the MacCutcheon was expensive, but he could afford it and, moreover, he needed it. And he needed it someplace where random strangers wouldn't stare at him like -- like that man over there --

"You!" he spits out, spotting Dan. "What the bloody hell are you doing here?"

[findaconstant]

Faaaaaaaantastic.

"The same thing you're doing, apparently," he says, nodding stiffly to the empty glass in front of him.

[mmdaisies]

"How did you get here?"

[justdidntseeit]

Fresh from a sunrise walk by the lake, Kate comes in the back door, cheeks red from the cold.

Approaching the counter, she unwinds her scarf and requests a mug of hot cider. (The whipped cream and caramel sauce are Bar's idea. Really.)

She's removing her gloves when the rustling of a newspaper catches her attention; glancing at the man a couple of stools away, her polite smile is replaced by surprised disbelief.

Dad?

She'll find her voice in a second.

[onhisbehalf]

Christian, meanwhile, will continue to read about the Oceanic 6, his mouth tugged down into a frown.

[justdidntseeit]

Her eyes flick to the newspaper and back to his face.

She hates to break his concentration when he's engrossed (always has), but --

"How long have you been here?"

[onhisbehalf]

"Hmm?" he replies, looking from his newspaper to her.

He doesn't seem to recognize her.

[you_usedtoknow]

The boy gets a Look.

Then another one.

And the blonde girl goes to sit at a different table.

[mmdaisies]

Blonde girl also gets a Look. A long Look. And a Smirk.

"What, too good to sit over here?"

Granted, they all have that snobbery thing going for them. A hazard of recruiting kids from the upper class.

[you_usedtoknow]

Smirk is met with a Look v2.0

After a moment's consideration, she replies, very stiffly: "The location isn't the problem."

[mmdaisies]

"Then let me rephrase my question: too good to sit by me?"

[waysthingsare]

Another man approaches the bar and sits next to the newspaper-occupied man, and offers him a friendly smile before ordering himself a rootbeer float.

And despite the fact that his eyes are obviously plastic, he can see him just fine. Really. It's like magic.

"Anything interesting going on in the world today?" he asks amicably.

[onhisbehalf]

"Just the same old," he replies warmly. He notices the eyes, and notices that he doesn't seem to be hindered much by them. It's all so very interesting, but nothing to make Christian do a double take.

[waysthingsare]

Barty peers at the date on the newspaper instead of asking after it, mostly because his sight is a new thing and he's been almost-abusing it like a kid with a new toy a Christmas.

"Oooh, 2005. News of the future!"

[onhisbehalf]

"For you, perhaps."

For him? Eh. Ehehehehehe.

You know, wibbly wobbly...