Dani Reese / Life / Thattaways

[mmausten]

A cop walks into a bar.

She stops, looks around, and then promptly walks right back out.

Five minutes later, she walks into the bar again.

Another confused look, and then she disappears back through the same door.

(Ten minutes after that, she reappears.)

Setting her shoulders with a huff, Reese mutters under her breath: "Okay, fine. I can

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[nam_flyer]

Murdock watches this woman coming and going with interest. Either she's got numerous identical twins or she's likely a bit confused.

"You need a bit o' help there, hon?"

[notenlightened]

She bypasses the pet name completely, hands on her hips as she surveys the room.

"Yeah. How about, for starters, you telling me where the hell I am?"

[nam_flyer]

"A bar." Like that wasn't obvious already. "It's called Milliways. I think. At least I'm pretty sure that's the name. And it's ... wherever it wants to be, I think."

Explaining how the bar worked was not such an easy task.

[notenlightened]

"Wherever it wants to be," she echoes, still looking around. "So you're telling me this place doesn't have a mailing address."

[nam_flyer]

"It if does, it probably ain't listed anywhere. I imagine the postage would be a killer. Milliways Bar, Somewhere in A Universe. I'd hate to be that postal clerk."

[notenlightened]

"In the universe?" Her brow furrows then, with more confusion than she's willing to admit.

"... huh."

[nam_flyer]

He couldn't help but start chuckling. "I know exactly what you mean. I can't even begin to guess how it works. Could be magic, could be aliens," he shrugs, "I dunno. One minute you're at one place, and the next, bam! You're here."

"Best to just chill for a while," he nodded wisely.

[notenlightened]

"Magic and aliens?" She's torn between thinking this guy's gone completely insane or is just really, really drunk. Unfortunately, he's not close enough to confirm the latter.

"I don't think a bar is exactly the best place for me right now."

[nam_flyer]

As for that first part, well... yah. But that didn't change the facts about the place.

"Why not? 'Sides, don't look like you were havin' a whole lotta luck tryin' to leave. Maybe she don't want you to go yet," he says as he thumbs toward the bar.

[notenlightened]

"Yeah. That's what I'm trying to figure out," Reese mutters, looking to the place where her door's supposed to be.

But there's no harm in at least sitting at the bar - so she does.

[nam_flyer]

He follows her over and takes a stool. "Could I get a coffee please, darlin'," he says and it's clear he's addressing the bar which is currently attended by nobody.

A few seconds later, a steaming mug of coffee appears. He blows on it and takes a sip. "It's an adjustment, but you'll get used to it," he assures her. "And I don't think I ever caught a name. I'm Murdock."

[notenlightened]

Whoa. That's new. Reese tries to look nonplussed, but she's startled just the same.

"I'm Reese," she manages, at least remembering to do that.

[nam_flyer]

He knows the feeling and just chuckles lightly. "You'll get used to it, I promise. Next time I see ya, you'll probably be an old pro at this place. Nice to meet ya, Resse."

[notenlightened]

"I'm severely doubting that," she mutters. "Nice to meet you, though."

[nam_flyer]

"Awwww. Anyway I can help ya out? I can show ya around the place if you want. There's more than just the bar proper here."

[notenlightened]

"More than the bar," Reese mutters. "Like what?"