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[stilljustandrew]

It's taken a little longer than he hoped, but Andrew Wells is in the bar tonight with a small box from a well-reputed magic shop, containing an item he promised someone last month.

He's sitting at the bar drinking hot cocoa, and looking around for Teddy Altman.

(But he'll talk to anyone!)

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[alt_hulk]

Teddy's just returned from visiting one Bart Allen in the infirmary, and he wanders over to the bar to grab a Coke. Looking up, he sees Andrew, and his face visibly brightens. "Hey! How are you?"

[alt_hulk]

(Unfortunately, Teddy can't help him out at all, since he doesn't know Jay is Bart.)

"..oh?" Teddy asks, a little confused.

[stilljustandrew]

"I ... might know someone who knew him. Knew a speedster named Jay, anyway, it might be the same guy."

It's been years since Barry Allen has been here, but Andrew still remembers him with fondness.

[alt_hulk]

"Teenager, blond hair, a little shorter than me, is usually in the presence of a bubbly blond girl?"

[stilljustandrew]

"...Nnnnot the same guy. I don't think."

[alt_hulk]

"Okay," Teddy says. "Anyway, he's the one that was hurt."

[stilljustandrew]

A startled pause. "Wait, so when you said messed up -- what happened to him?"

[alt_hulk]

"All I know for sure is that he had a concussion and they had to bring him into the infirmary when he got here."

[stilljustandrew]

He shakes his head.

"Superhero business can be pretty rough," he says, in the tones of someone who has some experience with rough business. "Hope he's okay."

[alt_hulk]

Teddy nods. "He's in good hands, now."

Provided he stays there. >>