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[qsilver_lab_rat]

Darien.

Bar.

Several empty bottles of Corona with squeezed-out limes. Two bottles of Corona left, one of which he's working on at the moment.

Food, because he wants to keep up the buzz but he doesn't feel like getting drunk. He never does.

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[go_between]

A young Scotsman plops down onto the barstool next to his and orders a cider and a bacon sandwich.

"Hey, mate. How's life?"

[qsilver_lab_rat]

He looks at Richard, looks around himself for a moment, and then raises his hand about yey high above the stool next to him on the other side.

"Say hello to Charlie, Richard. He's feeling quiet."

[go_between]

He quirks an eyebrow.

"You having a bit of fun, or do I need to call for Kevin?"

[qsilver_lab_rat]

"I'm fine, man," he looks at the bottles, "seriously. I don't do drunk. He'll tell if you if you want to ask him."

[audieraines]

Audrey has a secret weakness for Corona.

She stands near him at the bar and orders one for herself.

"I didn't know they had this brand."

[qsilver_lab_rat]

He snorts and shakes his head.

"End of the universe, sweetheart, they got everything."

He says "sweetheart" in a way that should be immediately recognized as his usual mode of talking as opposed to any sort of disrespect.

[audieraines]

She smiles a little at that, "Where did you get the lime?"

[qsilver_lab_rat]

"Asked for it. Only sane human being who has a Corona without a lime by choice's my brother."

He takes another sip.

"Uh, nix the sane human being bit."

[not_one_drop]

He's being eyed with a sort of calm concern by a vampire who looks like she's younger then he is, perched on a barstool with a coffee in hand.

"That can't be healthy, love."

[qsilver_lab_rat]

He looks back.

"Hey, I'm healthy and I'm keeping full. Food takes a lot of it. I'm not getting drunk, sweetheart. Not my style."

[not_one_drop]

"Well, that's good."

A shrug, a smile.

"Darien, right?"

[qsilver_lab_rat]

Blink.

"How'd you know?"

[steadycenter]

A pregnant woman pulls herself onto the stool beside him and grins hello.

Hey. Karen's practically family, right?

"Pineapple juice with cherries, please," she says to the bar. "And fried mushrooms with ranch dressing."

[qsilver_lab_rat]

Headtilt.

"Interesting."

[steadycenter]

She points to the tummy. "Baby demands fried food." She dips a mushroom into the dressing and bites in. "Eee--hot.

"So how's Darien?"

[qsilver_lab_rat]

He raises an eyebrow and points to the empty seat next to him.

"ASk Charlie."