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[eyeeyecaptain]

There's no dramatic fanfare that precedes Leela into the bar today; no impressive entrance; no thrilling score.

Just one Cyclopean mutant who, upon seeing where her door has led her, leaps into the air with a "YIPPEE!"

We are mature today, yes.

[ooc: Yes, it's been a while. Be gentle. ^^;]

[tiny!tag: Philip Marlowe]

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[works_in_space]

Jim knows that "YIPPEE!"

"Leela!"

[ooc: Will need slowtime, but who cares?]

[eyeeyecaptain]

[ooc: Certainly not I! *glees*]

"Jim!" she cries, looking exuberant.

This would be the point where you get hugged, Captain.

[works_in_space]

This is the point where Leela gets hugged back. And I'll be darned, but there's a quick kiss on her cheek, too. "It's been ages. For both of us, I'd guess. Couldn't get whoever it is that runs the place to bring you back?"

[eyeeyecaptain]

The peck gets him a broad grin before she sobers and nods.

"Guess you could say we have a difference of opinion. I'm of the opinion that I should be able to show up whenever I'd like... and they're probably of the opinion that I should pay my tab every once in a while."

She rubs the back of her neck, chuckling shyly.

[agloriousthing]

When she returns to the ground, there is a Pirate King smiling at her,

"Hello, my dear Leela."

[eyeeyecaptain]

"Hey!"

She's torn between being pleased and slightly put-off. The Pirate King gets a scrupulous slant of her eye.

"It's been a while!"

[agloriousthing]

"Yes, it has but now we are both here."

[eyeeyecaptain]

"Thank god.

"Have you been out in your world?"

[not_that_spike]

Yeah, it takes all types. Just in from his run -- and fuck, is it nice to be able to just go for a run if he feels like it -- he finishes downing his water.

Wipes his brow.

Digs in his pocket for a smoke.

And as he passes by, gives her the line people always give him.

"Nice hair."

[eyeeyecaptain]

"Thanks. It's naturally this shiny and attractive."

No one ever accused Leela of having an overabundance of humility.

She gives Spike a once-over.

"Kind of a contradiction, isn't it?"

[not_that_spike]

"You know what they say about it takes one to know one."

Tucking the empty water bottle under his arm, he extends a hand. "Yo. I'm Spike." It feels like the longest time ever since he was a working bounty hunter. Those days when he'd walk into a place and all the wrong people would recognize him are long gone. But he knows the rest of the drill. Shit, he's been here -- with "here" being a relative term, he guesses -- almost five years, and there's not a chance in hell he would have forgotten her if they'd met.

Even before his unexpected absence.

"Or let me put it this way. Spike. Mars and thereabouts, 2071."

[eyeeyecaptain]

She puts her hand in his, and her shake is quite firm.

"Leela. Captain Turanga Leela, Earth, 3004."

She wonders if he's from the same Mars as Amy, but doubts it.

"Do you usually smoke after you run?" she asks with a wry smirk.

[glenview7537]

"Welcome back, I am guessing?" Marlowe looks up from his reading and coffee, watching the unusual-looking woman with curiosity.

[eyeeyecaptain]

"Yeah!"

She turns and looks at him.

Oh, um, right. Mar-something. Detective-guy. There was alcohol involved. Lots of it.

"My door isn't exactly... stable."

[glenview7537]

"Well, then." He remembers that, very well.

Parts of it. Some. It was really a lot of booze. "Shall we drink to it?" After all, it is way past noon in his world. "Or should we try dancing this time?"

They might have talked about dancing, who knows?

[eyeeyecaptain]

Leela chuckles.

"I'd love a drink. Dancing can wait."

That's not a 'no', of course.