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[gaychickenking]

It’s no grand entrance.

The door opens, and Ben steps through with a spring in his step and a hand wrapped in bandages. He’s in the process of unzipping his fly, and it takes a moment for the fact that this is not a restroom and Bar is not a urinal to register

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[slightlymonkish]

[OOC: Ohhhhhhmygod YOU ARE WIN. I play Jordan at another game and :O. Win. So much win.]

[gaychickenking]

[OOC: :D! the bar is severely lacking in Scrubs pups, and, well. Ben's just plain awesome.]

[slightlymonkish]

[ooc: I've been saying the same thing for a while. I'm currently begging a friend of mine to bring Dr. Cox in with Jordan. >_>!]

[gaychickenking]

[OOC: Dr Cox in Milliways would be like...

Like something so awesome I can't think of a metaphor that fully expresses the awesome it would be.]

[not_one_drop]

"Yes," says the vampire seated at a nearby table and making small, rather badly-done sculptures our of paper.

"Interesting is probably a good definition."

[gaychickenking]

“This is… usually the point where all my old college buddies jump out from behind the curtains and yell ‘SURPRISE’.”

He peers around.

And around a little more.

[not_one_drop]

Mal considers this.

"Unless your old college buddies are here too, then that's probably not going to happen."

[gaychickenking]

“Dave?” he calls out hopefully.

Dave, alas, does not reply.

[i_love_kettch]

There's a pilot at a table nearby, watching Ben and snickering juuuust a little.

Tiny bit.

He falters at the photo-taking, but still stares, highly amused.

[gaychickenking]

Embarrassment is not an emotion to have ever featured strongly in Ben’s life. So, when he catches sight of someone sniggering, he simply takes a photo of them too.

Looking more than a little bewildered, all the while.

[i_love_kettch]

Wes blinks at this, then self-consciously flattens his hair with one hand and leans a little to his right.

"Did you get my left side? My left side's the better one, you might wanna retake that."

[gaychickenking]

Absent-mindedly pulling the Polaroid out of the front, he gives it a shake.

“Photos,” he proclaims, because bar-in-the-urinals or no, some things are important, “capture moments in time. When they’re posed, they’re not real.”