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[art_and_brian]

Justin has taken to asking Bar the date whenever he arrives for his shift; he can't believe how fast time moves here compared to back home. Upon learning that it's only two days away from Valentine's Day, his mood sours abruptly.

SPECIALS

Anything that isn't pink.

Someone isn't in the mood for this holiday. It's not like it's a proper one,

Comments

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Beer would be nice," Ellen says. "Any kind, as long as it isn't government surplus."

[art_and_brian]

'I doubt there's a surplus of beer...anywhere, come to think of it.'

He grins as he slides off his stool, finding a cold Heinekin.

'Hi, Ellen. How's it going?'

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Pretty good," says Ellen with a smile. "Things are going all right back home, I think. I found Dad, finally. How are you?"

She's actually in the midst of planning how to deal with a really obnoxious mercenary company, but until she's got something concrete to go on, it's not something she plans to drop on anyone.

[art_and_brian]

'That's great! So you found out where he went?'

He avoids the question of how he is. Her life is far more interesting at the moment.

[scots_wolf]

There is a tall, dark, broad-shouldered man leaning on the bar.

"Whiskey, please," he says.

[art_and_brian]

'Sure thing. Hi, Urquhart.'

He slips off his stool and fetches him one, putting it down carefully in front of him.

'How's life?'

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart sips his whiskey, and sighs.

"Good," he says. "Very good. And even better now I have whiskey."

[art_and_brian]

'Still enjoying the bar then?'

He's casually polite but this guy kind of scares him a bit.

'That's good.'

[luckytohaveme]

Brian lounges on a bar stool, lights a cigarette, and says, "But what if I am absolutely dying for a pink cosmo?"

[art_and_brian]

Justin stops himself from grinning. Just. His lips purse into a small pout instead, and his eyes raise cheekily.

'Then you'll just have to pay full price. It's not like you can't afford it.'

[luckytohaveme]

"Hm..." He looks away from Justin deliberately, as if the rows of liquor bottles are the most fascinating thing he's ever seen.

"And what would be the opposite of a pink cosmo? Something intergalactic with a black, black heart?"

[art_and_brian]

'More your area of expertise than mine,' he mutters, looking down at the floor.

'There's always beer.'