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[i_love_kettch]

Wes (in orange flightsuit) wanders in, stops when he realises where he is, and gives an exaggerated mock sigh.

"Well, nice having a proper 'fresher while it lasted."
Apart from the other night, of course.
He does not seem at all put out really, though. Seems like a reasonable time for an Oreo milkshake, then!

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[precocioustilda]

Oreo milkshakes draw small children like rotting corpses draw flies.

....Perhaps there could have been a better metaphor there.

Nevertheless, there is a Matilda wondering what that yummy-looking thing is. "What's that drink you've got? It looks yummy."

[i_love_kettch]

Those are always the interesting metaphors though.

Wes slurps the shake then looks up and smiles at the girl.

"'s an Oreo milkshake," he informs her solemnly. "Ever had Oreos?"

[precocioustilda]

"...Not that I recall. Do they go well in milkshakes?"

[i_love_kettch]

"They go astrally in milkshakes. Oreos and ice cream go together even better than whiskey and pilots."

He grins.

"Want one? A milkshake, I mean."

[button_masher]

Beside him is Tycho. Drinking a beer. Nonchalantly not paying attention to the blood on his shirt.

[i_love_kettch]

Blood on shirts tends to be noticeable to other people, though, 'specially soldiers.

Wes slurps his milkshake thoughtfully, glancing at Tycho, then says innocently, "Interestin' day?"

[button_masher]

"You could say that. Ever been assaulted by an end table?"

[i_love_kettch]

He tries to recall such an incident, but fails.

"Can't say I have, no. Didn't know they bled though."

[that_valentine]

That scruffy Veronan is in the bar again, grinning at Wes, and making a pointed gesture towards his bottle of wine. Or the empty chair at his table. One or the other, anyway.

[i_love_kettch]

Alcohol and an empty chair? Wes is totally there.

He does bring over his milkshake, but is happy to abandon it for free wine, and drops into the seat.

Returning the grin, he says, "Hello."

[that_valentine]

Valentine waves his glass expansively.

"Help yourself, dear."

He might be eyeing Wes with a view to whether he should eb changing his wager. . .

[i_love_kettch]

"Don't mind if I do," he says cheerfully, getting himself a glass from somewhere (hey, it's Milliways) and pouring some wine.

"--'s not a bribe of some sort, is it?"

He doesn't seem to mind if it is, though. And he eyes Valentine right back.

[stuck_mynock]

"Proper freshers," Atton says, dropping down from the rafters, almost silently, behind him. "Are overrated compared to bars, I think."

[i_love_kettch]

Wes jumps. And spills his milkshake on his sleeve a little. Consequently, Atton gets a glare.

"Least crazy people don't attack me in my 'fresher."

Beat.

"Usually."

[stuck_mynock]

"Pfft. I didn't attack you, stop being a drama queen," Atton grins, sitting down next to him. "What's that?" Nod at the milkshake.

[i_love_kettch]

"Still evil," Wes complains, but sticks his tongue out at Atton anyway.

"This is heaven in liquid form."