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Tim eventually makes it back to his bar, after a long walk through the more crowded parts of the Nexus. He's whistling to himself as he opens the door, apparently completely unsuspecting of the trouble he's about to get himself into.
He ducks before he even gets a foot inside, as there's a bottle of scotch sailing straight toward his head. It still comes close enough to ruffle his hair. Huh, well that was- Ow. Okay, it missed him on the first go, but, not to be underestimated, it clocks him right on the back of the head on the second try.
It stays there until he pries it off, too. He only has time to give it a vaguely accusatory look before he hears things rattling inside.
"Oh."
The door slams shut. It's followed a split second later by the sound of a lot of glass shattering.
((Open, if anyone wants to wander by. XD))
He ducks before he even gets a foot inside, as there's a bottle of scotch sailing straight toward his head. It still comes close enough to ruffle his hair. Huh, well that was- Ow. Okay, it missed him on the first go, but, not to be underestimated, it clocks him right on the back of the head on the second try.
It stays there until he pries it off, too. He only has time to give it a vaguely accusatory look before he hears things rattling inside.
"Oh."
The door slams shut. It's followed a split second later by the sound of a lot of glass shattering.
((Open, if anyone wants to wander by. XD))