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[milkbonesoldier]

He hasn't gone home from earlier today. London's waiting out there, and he's got to work up the stomach for it. The moon's far enough behind him that he isn't too worried, but lately it seems like his native city grates on his nerves more and more

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[fathers_cleric]

The door opens, and the weary figure's eyes perk up at the familiar surroundings. In addition to the familiar figure known as Wells.

It's been a long time.

Preston hesitates a halfsecond before he heads on over.

Wells might notice a couple of different things. Preston is wearing a white ceremonial uniform. No sword (Thankfully) but a person with good eyes might notice the buldges that signify firearms.

"...Everything alright?"

[milkbonesoldier]

Wells glances up from his beer and smiles a little. "Hallo, Preston," he says. "That's a new look, innit? Get yourself a new job?"

[fathers_cleric]

Preston blinks, "-A new-no." He offers a half smile, by now it's gotta be trademarked somewhere, "...This is my ceremonial uniform. I've been working as a bodyguard for the past several months."

He approaches, "-Mind if I sit?"

[milkbonesoldier]

For answer, Wells kicks out the chair on the other side of the table. "Bodyguard work's better than what I've been doing. Farriery smells." Keeps him away from the crowds, though. "Who're you guarding, then?"

[k_in_black]

A Man in Black comes in through the Front Door. Unlike most of the people who come here, he doesn't seem surprised at all to find himself in Milliways.

He heads straight for the bar. "Hello, Darlin', some of Kentucky's finest, please." As the drink appears on the bar in front of him, the man slaps three triangular coins next to it. They glow a swirling green before disappearing.

The man takes a long drink, then gives the glass a look of tremendous satisfaction. Seeing Wells, he nods.

"One of life's better pleasures."

[milkbonesoldier]

Huh. That's new. The coins, that is, not the bourbon.

"I know the feeling," Wells says, though he's still a little distracted. "American, is it?"

There's a pause.

"Have we met? Y'look sort of... familiar, or summat."

[k_in_black]

"Well, more like Citizen of the Planet these days, but you know how it is. Take the boy out of Texas...."

He puts out a hand. "Name's K."

[milkbonesoldier]

"Harry Wells," says Wells, leaning over to shake the hand. "Never been to the States meself. Canada's close as I've gone, and that was on leave. Pleased t'meet you."