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[trial_is_war]

Sebastian is starting to get this 'bar at the end of the universe' thing figured out. As much as one can 'figure out' a bar which appears through random doorways on his version of Earth and when he steps through, he ends up in a lovely establishment with aliens, talking animals, robots, and God knows what else

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[slasherofprices]

"That looks simply divine," says Skinner, who has stopped at the man's booth to admire the drink he probably can't can afford.

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"It is," says Shark, who flashes a winning smile at the newcomer. A glance at the drink. A glance at the man.

"Tell you what. I'm in an excellent mood today. Buy you one?"

Because who can resist free alcohol?

[slasherofprices]

Not anyone from Sandford who isn't Nicholas Angel, that's who. Which means Skinner is absolutely delighted that he's being offered free alcohol--and a little bit surprised. It's not as if people regularly offer to buy expensive drinks around here.

"Of course. If you don't mind." Beat. "I suppose you don't mind if I take a seat, do you?"

[ ooc: sorry if I'm slow. a) I am zoning out occassionally, b) somebody is distracting me with YouTube clips of Timothy Dalton. ;_; ]

[trial_is_war]

"Of course not."

He offers a hand, while the other snaps loudly to call a waitrat over, and he orders another of the drinks brought over. The waitrat knows better than to waste his time, so he scurries off.

"Sebastian Stark. It's a pleasure."

[ooc: oh by all means, I'm probably just as slow today. i caught the zone out too.]