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[bartletstrust]

 Bartlet's been in and out, and now here he is again.

His door seems to appear on a whim. Surely it's coincidence that it appears when  he stopped looking for it.

Perhaps it's the "Landlord" manifesting a sense of humor.  Of course, patrons here would say that that was the tip of the iceberg.
Come tell him about your experiences here! He'd love to

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[regtuesdaysuit]

New people are one thing. Senior staffers are quite another.

Josh doesn't slack. He's never been a "slacker," even if some might like to point out, somewhat unfairly, that he is a member of the so-called "slacker generation." But hey, Milliways is a big old pocket of borrowed time, and when you work at the White House, sometimes escaping into a crazy bar at the end of the universe is just what you need to relax.

Which would be why Josh, who had been lounging sideways in a booth, people-watching, startles magnificently, with a great deal of noise, at the sight of his Commander in Chief wandering past.

[bartletstrust]

Josh, to Bartlet's mind, has an expression reminiscent of a moose in his headlights, when the aforementioned C-in-C looks to see what the noise is all about.
He regrets now more than ever not having a camera in his possession.
However, maybe next time.
"Afternoon," he greets Josh affably. "I didn't know you'd found this place too, Josh."

[regtuesdaysuit]

"I--"

Josh finally gets on his feet. There is blinking.

"Sir, what are you doing here?"

[bartletstrust]

"Having a cup of the universe's best java, with any luck? And no need to be," he pauses, gives Josh a slightly warning look, "quite so formal here. I don't think job titles mean much outside our own universe, at any rate."

"Welcome to join me, if you aren't here with other plans in mind."