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[not_a_redshirt]

Castle in the bar. Unlike his mun, he is not suffering from a violent stomach flu, and has not been going to bed every night at 8:30.

So he's just draped over his usual couch, playing with Zeke the cat. Bother at will.

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[halls_of_mandos]

Námo looks up from his wine, his eyes a little unfocused for a moment, before they settle on the man and cat.

He quietly watches them for a little while, pleased to see Lee, still sipping wine from his dark corner.

[not_a_redshirt]

"You look shady," says Lee. "Like you should be selling fake Rolexes in a dirty back alley in Pittsburgh or something."

[halls_of_mandos]

He chuckles softly.

"No. I have nothing to false to sell." He pauses for a moment, then lets out a breath. "Gorlim left a letter for you with the bar."

[not_a_redshirt]

He looks warily at the bar, and after a moment's contemplation, picks up the cat and goes to join Namo in the booth.

"Why?"

[guppy_sandhu]

Pounce!

A large black cat jumps on top of Castle.

[not_a_redshirt]

Zeke meows happily and bats his friend with a paw. Lee gives a slightly winded grunt and pets Scampi. "I think I'm getting out of shape."

[guppy_sandhu]

"Meaow"

Scampi purrs and starts playing with Zeke.

[not_a_redshirt]

Lee scritches them both contentedly. "What am I, some kind of cat magnet?"