Too much thinking can be bad for you.

[smashbastards]

There is a CIA agent in the bar, trying to reconcile his view of the way the world's supposed to work with the sudden appearance of a place that should not be. He hasn't yet worked that out yet, but hopefully liberal amounts of alcohol will help with that

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[star_crossed1]

"Do you have something against that food?" Juliet smiles gently, walking over to Jason. "It is good, I promise, no matter what it is. The Inn makes fantastic food."

[farewellhero]

Jason shrugs, giving the food one more pensive look before glancing up at Juliet and giving her a quick smile. "Well, I don't have anything against it, personally, no."

[star_crossed1]

"It just seems you are poking it more than you are eating it." Juliet says and tilts her head slightly at him. "Are you okay? Adjusting to life at the Inn, okay?"

[farewellhero]

Jason nods a little, and takes a bite, just to prove that he's okay. Because that's totally convincing and a sign that all problems have gone away.

"You mean afterlife? Yeah, I'm fine."

[molokovcocktail]

Liberal amounts of alcohol will help with nearly everything, or so thinks Molokov.

"Mr. de Courcey." He raises his glass in a salute of sorts. After all this time, there's no real need to be so formal with his counterpart, but he enjoys it. It's a ritual - if they had that sort of thing.

[smashbastards]

Walter smiles brightly and raises his own glass. "Mr. Molokov."

No, the formality isn't necessary, but they've been doing it since Merano. Why stop now?

[molokovcocktail]

Exactly. Why mess with a fine tradition when it's worked so well for them?

"How are you adjusting?"

[smashbastards]

"Well enough, I suppose. It's... a strange place, but as strange places go, not so bad." Better than some hotels he'd stayed, with Freddie and Florence, before Freddie was the world champion. He's not complaining.