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[fatboyrun]

Dennis doesn't spot the notice, when he first arrives in Milliways tonight. It's not til he wanders Bar-wards that he spots the cardboard sign, and his face takes on a decided greenish tinge. His attention goes from the sign to the large board filled with innumerable names and types of currency. Dennis squints at the small type, getting up on

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[slasherofprices]

"Ah! A bartender. I do love lady bar but speaking to a human being is nice every once--"

Stop. Stare. This guy looks vaguely familiar!

"Say, you wouldn't happen to know a man named Danny Butterman, would you?"

[fatboyrun]

Startled, Dennis looks up quickly; a splash or two of lager hits his hand rather than its intended target. "Wait, no, I'm not the--"

Beat.

Dennis squints at the other man, frowning.

The pause stretches.

"...No," he says, finally. "You wouldn't happen to be an actor, would you?"

This one is the right age to be Timothy Dalton, but Dennis has learned not to assume, around these parts.

[slasherofprices]

"--no?" Beat. "No."

[fatboyrun]

"Uh huh," scoffs Dennis dubiously, and he's definitely eyeing Timothy Dalton, now. "And now I suppose you're about to tell me you're not James Bond, either?"

Despite differences in accent and word choice -- Dennis's is less precise, in every way -- he sounds just like a certain police sergeant.

[missginnytonic]

Ginny walks to the bar with a smile.

"Hello."

[fatboyrun]

Dennis starts violently, and looks up, guiltily. His cigarette nearly falls into the glass.

"--Hi," he says.

He is totally not supposed to be back here.

[missginnytonic]

She smiles at him.

"How are you?"

[fatboyrun]

"Fine, thanks," says Dennis, still guilty. "I was -- just moving." From behind the bar, that is. He jerks a thumb in the general direction of the bar-at-large, to demonstrate.

It will likely occur to him, in a minute, that if she'd come to shift him, she probably wouldn't be smiling so much.

[goonandrun]

This is about the time that Gordon spots the notice, having just come downstairs.

"Ahh, shit."

You don't even want to know how much he owes.

[fatboyrun]

Dennis is whistling tunelessly through his teeth, still working on that pint.

He'll look up in a minute, we swear.

[goonandrun]

Gordon stares at the notice for a good five more minutes before sitting down heavily on a bar stool.

"What's free and alcoholic?"

[fatboyrun]

"Um," says Dennis, and he looks up.

"I'm going to have to go with 'nothing,' Gordon."