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[finalpunchline]

WHO: Eddie Blake/The Comedian and OPEN. EVEN TO YOU.
WHERE: A dive bar then the docks district
WHEN: Late Saturday night into Sunday morning.
WARNINGS: The Comedian.
SUMMARY: Eddie's spending a night on the town.
FORMAT: Quick to start, then whatever.

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[doubleoohbaby]

[It's been a long day, but Bond still seems keen for a night out. He's had too much to drink earlier in the evening. Far too much. But after pacing himself a little more sensibly, he's sobered himself up somewhat, nursing a generous shot of bourbon straight after walking through the door and avoiding female contact. James isn't after that sort of night.

However, the weaponry he sees catches his interest far more, as does the familiar figure sitting in the centre of it all. Import, without a doubt. And one he's talked to too.]

Someone might think you don't want company with all that on display...

[finalpunchline]

[He glances over at the man as he approaches, and raises his shot glass in mock toast before downing it.]

If it ain't the goddamn nazi king himself.

[Eddie smirks as says it, obviously far more entertained by the idea than anything.]

[doubleoohbaby]

[Bond seems just as amused by it, enough so that he raises his glass in return.]

Is that what they're calling me these days? Well, even Nazi's like me have to take a break from brainwashing now and again.

[finalpunchline]

Hard work with a hell of a pay off. Can't get 'em to shut up about it. That kid alone's gonna keep me in stitches for a week.

[The same kid that shot him in the head based on nothing but his 'feelings,' so Eddie has no doubt the next few days will be fun.]

[minussignssuck]

[Yeah okay, even extradimensional lions need a drink sometimes. That's no lie. Besides, Regulus doesn't really mind alcohol. He doesn't enjoy it, but it sort of... comes with the "grown human male" thing, right?

So he's going to be sitting next to you, Eddie, and... not drinking anything yet FIGURING OUT WHAT TO DRINK IS AN IMPORTANT DECISION OKAY]

[finalpunchline]

[Eddie turn to look at him with a raised eyebrow. What the hell kind of a person comes into a bar not knowing what to drink?]

Lost there, punk?