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[wheelsy_sheriff]

The front door swings open and Bill walks in in uniform, one hand cradling the right side of his face. A brief glance around then he lets the door close behind him and heads for the counter

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[flail_victoria]

Seras walked briskly to the bar, she needed kitten supplies.

"Bar, I need some more Kitten formula, and a new rag," she said then noticed Bill, "Bill are you okay?"

She blinked red eyes at him as her kitten supplies appeared and the pocket of her jacket mewed.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill looks up and nods, "Yeah. M'fine, just ..."

He hears the meow and tilts his head, "You uh, got a kitten in your pocket."

In case she didn't know.

[flail_victoria]

"I know," she said, "I found him in London."

She pulled the tiny black kitten out of her pocket and held it up for Bill to see. It's eyes weren't even open yet.

"I don't know what to call him," she said.

The kitten mewed again.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill peers at the kitten, reaching his hand not holding the ice pack up to give stroke it gently.

"It's cute. An' tiny. How 'bout Bean? Like a jelly bean?" Bill doesn't have pets, so if the name is no good it's not his fault.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Hey, Xigbar." The taller of the two Nobodies sitting on the bottom of the rafters with their feet pointed at the ceiling pokes the smaller one, "Do you think that's Sea Salt ice-cream? Can't remember when we last had that..."

[thinkitwithguns]

"Dude, what the hell kind of pie would go with sea salt ice cream?" Xigbar asks.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Sea Salt ice cream?" Bill looks around, trying to see who's talking because, ew.

"It's vanilla." He says, to nobody apparently as the nearby stools are empty.

[sliceitwithwind]

"I don't know. Maybe huckleberry? It'd be a good foil." Xaldin says, "Oh, HEY. We should TOTALLY make sea salt ice cream floats with this stuff!" he waves his glass of Atlantean around.

[mitt_mittson]

"Flaming Ammet," the boy two stools down from him sounds a bit impressed. "Who'd y'get on the wrong side of?"

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill glances over and shakes his head, "Not the wrong side of, in the middle. Breakin' up a fight back home."

[mitt_mittson]

"That's still the wrong side," Mitt takes a sip of his mug, then stops. "Hey now. You a guard or somethin' like that?"

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Guess I can't argue that." Bill sighs.

A small irritated look gets flashed at Mitt (Bill is no security guard, whut?!) then it evens out and he shakes his head again.

"No. I'm a sheriff. Wheelsy, South Carolina. Name's Bill Pardy."

[justdidntseeit]

"Just tell me if there's something worse I'm not seeing."

That'd be Kate, settling onto the stool on Bill's right, studying him with concern.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Kate." He turns his face so he can see her without lowering the ice pack and shakes his head.

"No. I'm okay, just a little ... it wasn't my fault."

[justdidntseeit]

"I didn't think it was, sheriff."

Her eyes stay on the ice pack for a moment, then meet Bill's good one.

Quietly, "What happened?"

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Breakin' up a fight. Few of our local boys were mixin' it up with some kids from outta town. Got kinda ugly an' me an' Rudy an' Dave had to jump in to pull them all apart."

By the looks of Bill by 'boys' he doesn't really mean kids.