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[ageoftheg33k]

Hey, uh. Anyone got any physics books? The library-- I've been wandering around here about an hour. I already read like every Calvin & Hobbes, but that's all I keep getting. I just wanna-- maybe if I learn-- I'm just interested.

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[mghtbconcussed]

Hardy-Hard-Hardison

...heee! I should just call you Hard.

Come get drunk with me. Puhlease. You'll feel better. Me too. Books are for losers. And people who do not have alcohol.

Clearly.

[mghtbconcussed]

Lucy returns the puzzled look. "I don't know. I never asked Harry. Or Keats but Keats is Irish but that's part of England right? Because wasn't that what the whole Braveheart thing was about? Mel Gibson was fighting to free the Irish from the oppressive English. ANYWAY!"

She takes a deep breath.

"Cheesy poofs. I think that's what they call them."

She's totally making this shit up. She resumes the accent. "Oi! Brilliant there on you. Crisps and cheesy poofs. Let's have a pint with them."

[ageoftheg33k]

He shrugs along with her very long explanation and nods because turning down booze is not what he came here for. Commiseration drinks need to commence!

"Pint then, smashing!" He resumes his terrible accent as well and follows her to the kitchen. "Anything on the telly?"

[mghtbconcussed]

She gets out two beers, passing one over to him.

"Bees knees then. Ought to have an Irish Car Bomb too in celebration."

Because apparently Ireland is now English and we've just extended the list of people Lucy and Hardison can offend in one night.

[ageoftheg33k]

It pops open with a hiss. After quenching his thirst, he winces and shakes his head. He's good drinking, Hardison can do the whole thing. It's just not something he did a lot, ever.

"Bloody hell, you tryin' to kill me or sommat?" He starts back out to the living room to grab up his bag again; filled with various nerdy DVDs for Lucy to peruse.

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"Oi, Debby Downer," Lucy sticks her tongue out at Hardison and proceeds to make an Irish Car Bomb for herself.

She sees the bag and beams at him. "Yay! Presents!" And she chugs the Car Bomb and rushes over to look at the DVD's