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[bloody_awful]

A bloke walks through the front door, whistling, his hands in the pockets of a rumpled trenchcoat. He sits at the Bar and orders a pint. Before him appears a perfectly poured pint of Guinness and an ashtray. He lights a cigarette and leans back happily

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[blueeyedjohnny]

A small piece of ash drops into his beer from the rafters above.

Corporal Johnny looks down to see what he hit, then jumps down next to John, cigarette carefully helds as he lands.

"Sorry, got your beer with my ash. Let me get you another one."

[bloody_awful]

John looks at the guy, looks at his beer. And shrugs, and chugs it. Then he hands the empty glass to Johnny with a grin. "Cheers, mate."

[blueeyedjohnny]

Johnny grins and gets him a fresh one anyway. He switches cigarette hands for a moment to extend his hand.

"Corporal Johnny, Borogravian Light infantry. And newbie. Nice to meet you."

[bloody_awful]

"Another John? I'm John as well. S'truth, they should start numbering us." Although he's being quite pleasant, John does not offer to shake hands. "New here? Have you heard the spiel yet?"

[sir_apropos]

[ooc:...with the knowledge that this probably isn't wise...]

I don't know what I'm doing down here. I could have, of course, taken my food upstairs. I need to eat but I don't need to do it in public view. I suppose I can put it down to nostalgia. After all, I did grow up in a bar myself, though one far dirtier and with a much lower class of clientel.

The smoke that wafts over is a nice addition, albeit an unusual one. Perhaps I don't spend enough time downstairs, or perhaps my memories of that now-shadowy existance as an executive in another world had gotten me unused to the idea of smoke in a public area (I'd lived in LA... you could probably kill a baby on the street and they wouldn't notice, but light up a cigar...) but it does have me looking over at him.

Huh.

...what, did you expect a greeting? As if I actually want to talk to anyone.

[bloody_awful]

John catches his eye, raises his glass and smirks.

[sir_apropos]

"What's got you in such good spirits?"

I don't suppose I have any reason not to be in good spirits, considering. I think I'm being childish. I'll have to ponder later whether or not I care.

[bloody_awful]

"Well, I'm just a bloody ray of sunshine, ain't I? What's got you so glum, mate?"

[mortisbelle]

The young woman approaches the bar, humming a tune, low... "My usual, please?" And she receives a steaming mug of something that scents like spices and spirits.

[bloody_awful]

John nods at her, looks again, and smiles a lazy grin. "Well good morning, beautiful."

[mortisbelle]

Serena raises a brow, and offers a smile in return. "Good morning, sir..."

[bloody_awful]

"Now I know I've never seen you before, because I'd never forget a face like yours. I'm John."

[_estsanatlehi_]

[because none of mine have yet met John, and Ana's an insistant little thing sometimes. She's gone rather chibi today: "I want to poke that one!!" Here you go]

Ana hummed softly to herself as she padded to the bar, workboots thunking fairly quietly for workboots, wearing a flannel buttondown open over a vintage-chic tee, worn jeans, hair pulled back in a low, loose braid and carrying a spring green duck under one arm, a duck that she set on the Bar so he wouldn't be trod on, "Crackers for the duck and tea for me, thanks."

A smile John's way then and a friendly enough, "Morning."