19th Fix

[techno_mancer]

OK! Now that this whole terrible milk business was behind them, Quinn Hatch was ready to get back to normal Mayfield routines. Which meant checking on his housemates to make sure everyone was alive and sane again. It also meant he had to make a visit to Cyuss's place, but not before stopping at the bakery for a cake. He had promised to bring

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[emperor_cowboy]

[Sorry there Quinn... but while you're at the bar, someone seems to notice you. Frowning... he decides to sneak on over and order a drink. He looks him over once, before ordering a drink for himself... and while waiting, might as well try that small talk thing.]

Look a lil down on yer luck, there.

[techno_mancer]

[Sorry Hol, but he's kind of in sort of a weepy mode at the moment.]

I guess. Man, I hate this frickin' town, lemme tell ya. I wanna go home already.

[emperor_cowboy]

That so?

[He pulls out a cigarette and lights it, taking a full drag.]

Why ya gotta think somethin' like that?

[techno_mancer]

Oh, I dunno, how 'bout cuz everyone gets tortured and droned and goes crazy and it sucks.

[Oh, cigarette, good idea. Quinn takes out one of his own.]

[emperor_cowboy]

[He thinks about it for a moment...]

Really? ... so based one how ya got no one left to talk to?...

[He wanted so much to just let loose one what went through his mind... but that was hardly fair.]

Say they knew you...
Recalled nothing of you upon their return.... they still hold the same belief... do they not?

[techno_mancer]

[He leans his arm on the counter, propping his head up, looking petulant. It's like you read his mind.]

I dunno. Hard to say. Most people, if they come back, don't remember being here, do they? [He sighs.] The circumstances might be completely different. Maybe they get freaked out if ya tell 'em ya knew 'em when they were here before. Or maybe ya get off on the wrong foot somehow.