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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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[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.

[didntseeit]

That gets a snort.

"Nah, not unless the invesitgation is ongoing."

[badboybutterman]

He nods, still grinning. "Hmm. I get the feelin' you're just gonna keep things secret, so I have to imagine what it would be like to have a gunfight in Mexico."

[didntseeit]

"Normally? Very, very hot."

[badboybutterman]

"How hot? Cos I don't think I could stand anything over 80 degrees."

[didntseeit]

"It's desert, some parts."

[badboybutterman]

"Ever get a scorpion or a rattlesnake in your shoe?"

[didntseeit]

"Scorpions are pains in the butt. Got stung here," she touches her temple.

[badboybutterman]

Stung in the head by a scorpion??

"Whoaaahh... What was that like?"

[didntseeit]

"A pain. Sorta hurt, but I didn't get any reaction from it, so I was okay."

[badboybutterman]

He utters a chuckle. "Seems like you're scorpion-proof, then!"