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[timsbooks]

There is a Tim in the bar

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[misterparker]

"Hey there," Parker says. "I don't think that we've met." Slouching in a leather jacket, he looks tired.

[timsbooks]

"Don't think we have."

He waves a hand, and there is a beer in front of the new guy.

"Drink?

[misterparker]

Parker grins. They say food is the way to a man's heart, but Parker's learned that the way to his is free drinks. "Of course." He drinks long. "Rough day?"

[timsbooks]

It's good beer. English stuff, not that american horse piss.

"Oh, gods yes."

He offers a hand.

"Tim."

[lethe_forgets]

She hasn't spoken to this him in quite some time, but he feels troubled and Lethe has a tendency to worry. So he is presented with one slightly awkward and paint-splattered nymph.

"Are you okay?" her voice is quiet - careful - and she rubs absently at one green cheek.

[timsbooks]

He lifts his gaze to her, then blinks, gesturing with his drink. Despite the vehemnce of the gesture, nothing spills.

"You've been painting."

[lethe_forgets]

A soft smile twitches up at the edges of her lips.

"Yes. I suppose I have been," a brief nod and then she offers gently. A distraction - if he should need one. "Do you want to play?"

[timsbooks]

A shake of the head.

"Never been a painter. That's Mollys job."

[gaelic_fae_girl]

Oh, look, there's a dark haired Molly with her hands on her hips at the sight of the glasses.

"So why are you drowning your sorrows this time?" Nothing like getting right to the point.

[timsbooks]

"Hmm?"

He glances up at her, winces.

"Oh. Something stupid has come back to haunt me."

[gaelic_fae_girl]

"Who?"

[timsbooks]

"Blodwen Rolands."