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[shadowsfound]

Kevin has had an...interesting day or two.
When the door to Milliways opened, the first time, he walked away.
It reappeared as he was trying to get outside to go to work. Finally, he gave up. He was still a bit leery about the whole business, but obviously someone wanted him here

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[street_sparrow]

As if magically drawn by alcohol, there is an undersized eleven-year-old boy by his table, eyeing his bottle.

"You drinking all that yourself?"

[shadowsfound]

"That was the plan, yes."

The eleven-year-old boy gets a much more restrained answer than an adult asking that would, mainly 'cause the day Kevin takes his mood out on a kid is going to be the day they hold the Winter Olympics in Hell.

[street_sparrow]

"If you pass out before you finish, can I have what's left?" he asks cheerfully.

[shadowsfound]

Kevin eyes him. "Uh huh. And which of your parents would kill me quicker once I said 'yes'? Just for later reference."