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Aug 22, 2009 19:03

For the first time since finding this place, Michael is actually glad to find it. Well, he's glad to find anything that delays a visit to his mother, including fighting a gang of heavily armed heroin smugglers single-handed or being locked in a room with Fi demanding to talk about their relationship or lack thereof ( Read more... )

fiona glenanne, jane austen, michael westen

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jane_becomes August 22 2009, 19:23:26 UTC
Jane is also at the Bar though she is writing and looks up when he approaches since she doesn't remember his face.

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still_burned August 22 2009, 19:30:37 UTC
He nods at her as he gets his beer and takes a long drink before saying,

'Hi, Jane. How's life?'

Being a spy, he has a great memory for names and faces.

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jane_becomes August 22 2009, 19:33:45 UTC
To be honest she has been rather deep in reading and her mun couldn't find the thread,

"Quite well, sir, and I fear you have the better of me."

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still_burned August 22 2009, 19:43:56 UTC
Michael doesn't get offended by not being remembered - he likes it. Being inconspicuous is a good thing.

'Michael Westen. We met here before. I think I was probably a bit more,' he pulls a face indicating 'stressed and angry', exaggerated of course, 'than I am now.'

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justcallmefee August 22 2009, 21:30:00 UTC
Fiona is perched in a corner booth, an old towel spread out on the table. Her HK .45 is in pieces on that towel, and she is deep in concentration, cleaning and fitting pieces together, fine tuning the action with a tiny set of files as she goes.

Lucky for him, there's no tequila on the table, just a large bottle of mineral water and a glass of ice.

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still_burned August 22 2009, 21:35:48 UTC
For half a second, he considers not going over. But just half a second and after that, he walks over and pulls his shades off as he sits down opposite her.

'Hi. Has it been getting some use?'

There's a nod at the gun pieces.

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justcallmefee August 22 2009, 21:42:49 UTC
She blinks at the sound of his voice, and looks up, reaching for her water.

"I abuse my range privileges here, I admit. It's my favourite form of therapy. How you holding up?"

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still_burned August 22 2009, 21:52:41 UTC
'You need therapy?'

He smiles and pulls his best I'm fine face, that one where he forces his features to look calm, and maintains eye contact.

'I'm doing alright.'

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