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[badboybutterman]

There's a policemanofficer in the bar.

Danny's off-duty, though, way way way off-duty, and he's having dinner by himself (although he'd rather be having dinner with Nicholas right now but apparently Milliways didn't see fit to pull them in together like usual so WHATEVS) of a nice steak-and-veggie pasty with a side of baked beans. He's also

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[hadtobegood]

Syal stares at his plate from the next table over.

She's seen a lot of strange foods in her life -- she can't remember how many different planets she's been to -- but she's never seen little bean-shaped things in bright orange sauce like that.

(The pasty looks good, though.)

[badboybutterman]

He shoves a forkful of beans into his mouth when he notices that the blonde lady sitting over there is staring at him. ...Okay, no, well, not him, but his plate. He wipes his mouth with a napkin and catches her eye, giving her a little nod and smile.

[hadtobegood]

Her eyes widen a little -- she's been caught staring! -- and then she grins ruefully.

"Sorry, I was just wondering -- what are they?"

[badboybutterman]

He blinks, bewildered for a moment, since she looks like an Earthling, and usually all humans know what beans-from-a-tin are. Maybe she's a human from a land that doesn't have beans-from-a-tin.

"Wot, these?" He points with his fork to the little bits swilling in thick orange sauce. "They're baked beans. Very tasty, they go good with nearly everything. Well, maybe not everything, but they def'nitely go good with this." And he points to the quarter-eaten pasty, a mixture of minced meat and vegetables spilling out of the crispy crust.

[didntseeit]

"Don't see so many football sweaters here," Ajedrez comments idly. She has her normal gun on her hip, but the way she wears it suggests that she doesn't even notice it anymore.

[badboybutterman]

...Did somebody say 'football'?

Danny turns to the young woman omg there are so many cute girls in Milliways. "Count mine among the few, then," he says with a friendly grin, but he's very briefly distracted when he sees the gun on her hip. Then again, he's noticed that lots of people come through here with different kinds of weapons. "Are you a fan?"

[didntseeit]

"Of football? Si! My team's Los Dorados de Sinaloa, though. Mexican."

[badboybutterman]

He can hardly contain his giddiness!

"Mexico, huh? Nice! They always do great in the World Cup." He points to the logo on his shirt. "Bristol Rovers, from England. Fight, fight where ever we shall be/We are the boys from the West Country!"

[nitro_is_ace]

"What, bein' a PC wasn't enough heartbreak, an' y'had t'go root for the Rovers?" Asks the resident forever juvenile delinquent, eying Danny's jersey dubiously.

Clearly, Danny and Wells are in the same 'crazy fans of other teams' category.

[badboybutterman]

He cocks an eyebrow at her, wrinkling his brow. "'Scuze me? I know you've got a problem with my badge, but you've got a problem with my team as well, do ya?"

[nitro_is_ace]

"Mate, m'like or dislike has nothin' t'do with it. I'd just think you'd want sommat t'celebrate once in a while." Ace notes, sympathetically. "Bein' a Gashead's just askin' for a world full of pain."

[badboybutterman]

Danny's face is all, Oh no you di'in't! Lucky for Ace she's a girl or else he would've started something that probably would've gotten him kicked out of the bar.

"Yeah, well, the Rovers are the underdogs, see, the underdogs, an' nobody thinks they can do much, but when they do come through, they kick arse SO 'ard that victory tastes all the more sweeter, an' I wouldn't have it any other way. So THERE."

Alright, big'un, calm down.

[uksupercop]

Well, speak of the Devil. Or Angel, in this case. A largish stack of file folders appears across the table from Danny, followed by the aforementioned Inspector.

"Hey."

[badboybutterman]

The stack of file folders landing on the table startles him from shoving a forkful of minced meat into his mouth. He looks up.

"Oh, hey!" His expression is bright and happy but as soon as he looks back down at the file folders, it fades a bit. "Oh. Hey."

[uksupercop]

"Don't worry, I only brought it to work on later. I think most of them just need to be signed, anyway."

He sits, sighing softly.

[badboybutterman]

Danny nods, relieved. "Oh, that's good..."

He then works up a bit of nerve to ask him something, gauging by Nicholas's demeanor whether or not he'd agree to such a thing. Worth a shot.

"Um, Nick? You know how I'm a big football fan an' all..."

He glances up at him for a reaction.