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[joewithnoname]

Joe enters the bar, out of breath and favoring his right foot a bit. There are bits of heather and twigs stuck in his poncho, and his hat is askew. He smells, if you're close enough to smell him, like cordite

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[ms_w_harker]

She smiles. "Good evening, Mister Manco."

[joewithnoname]

He turns from the machine, handling the ring tab slightly clumsily. "Evenin', Miss Murray." He tips his hat to her, not just a tug but actually lifting it off his head.

[ms_w_harker]

"What is that machine? I saw Todd using it last night. Would you care to join me?" She indicates her empty table.

[joewithnoname]

"It has tins of carbonated soft drinks in it," he explains. "Sure, if you don't mind, ma'am."

[toddbaby]

Todd (in a different continuity from Miss Harker, of course) stands by the Coke machine like some pretty cleancut teenaged gargoyle. Or something. He grins at the bounty hunter when he steps up to the plate, so to speak.

"Howdy, pardner." He's adopted a bit of a playful "classic Western" accent all of a sudden. "Lookin' for the Real Thing?"

[joewithnoname]

"What the hell are you talkin' about, Todd?" Joe asks with honest puzzlement. There's advertising in his day, but sadly no Coke.

[toddbaby]

Todd doesn't bother to explain himself - he just chuckles and shakes his head. "How you been, Joe? We haven't chatted in awhile, huh?"