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[themanclion]

He'd been expecting this. He hasn't been able to go home (again) because of the state of his face (almost better but not quite) and he hasn't paid any cash money for his room and food...or drinks, which total more than the first two put together. So he just sighs when he gets the note and asks,

'Will this make us even?'

No reply from Bar. He could

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[themanclion]

Gene looks him up and down and draws certain conclusions, even before really taking notice of the collar.

'I live to surprise people,' he says, all sarcasm, and straightens from where he was bent over his newspaper.

'Anyway, you look like the sort of bloke who don' mind taking a chance.'

[themanclion]

He gets blinked at. Gene's a smart man and hardly closeted away from what he deems the seedier walk of life (only in far more colourful language, whenever he thinks about it). So he doesn't miss the possible double entendre but really hopes he's got the wrong end of the stick.

He clears his throat awkwardly and turns to look at the bottles. Something green is chosen and poured carelessly. The label is in a language he doesn't know but the stuff smells vaguely of watermelon.

'That.'

[particularskill]

When Mills walks in the bar, he looks like hammered shit. He clearly hasn't slept in some time, his eyes sunken in dark circles and his long limbs hung on his frame like a well-oiled marionette with sand in the gears, a look not aided by the fact that he's wearing all black, suit, shirt, the works

[themanclion]

'Certainly 'ope so,' he retorts, glancing up from his paper with only his eyes, chin resting in his palm.

'You look like hammered shit. What you been doin'?'

[particularskill]

"Work," he responds, resting heavily on his elbows, one hand reaching out to snag a discarded section of the paper, pulling it over without actually picking it up yet. He doesn't meet Hunt's eyes.

"You have any coffee back there?"

[themanclion]

He gets the front pages. It's The Sun, so Gene just assumes he wants to look at the page three girl. Good man.

'Yeah, 'spect so.'

He straightens and puts his hand on the nearest jar of coffee he sees. He's British, and from the 70s, so filter coffee doesn't occur to him.

'Wha' happened?'

[nitro_is_ace]

"Sommat for a thirsty traveler?" Ace calls out as she hops up onto a barstool. "An' some chips would be fantastic."

[themanclion]

''spect I coul' put me hand on somethin'.'

He straightens after a moment, his eyes on the article describing City's latest win.

'But do I look like a run a chippy, to you?'

[nitro_is_ace]

She considers their agreement, and picks her words carefully.

"The rats can do it, there's functionin' kitchens... You'll just have to tell'm."

[themanclion]

'Can't you?'

He's forgotten that she once told him that the rats won't serve her. And he's got his back to her now, looking over the bottles so he can choose something that'll really take the piss. His hand goes to a bottle of medicine-pink gloop, with a label written in some alien language.

When poured, it smells like nothing he's ever smelled before.

'There y'go,' he says, with a smirk.

It could be noted that he has a rather perfect, and very red, lipstick mark on his cheek that he doesn't know about. It is rather obvious, though.

[qtr_winnebago]

Here's a familiar face.

"Hey," he says simply. "Get a Bud?"

[themanclion]

'Yeah, alright.'

He's static for a moment longer though, reading an article about Man City winning their latest game. But he straightens eventually and leans down to a fridge.

'How are ya, Brock?'

[qtr_winnebago]

Brock doesn't even check what sort of cap is on the bottle, and pulls it off with his fingers.

"Pretty good," he answers. "Doc's got us going out to fix some, uh... space station or something tomorrow."

His tone suggests that this is going to be a very boring mission.

[themanclion]

'...in space?'

What?

[ggollymissmolly]

The top of a pink hat appears above the bar. It has a face on it.

And then Molly clambers onto a barstool, flipping back one ear of her bunnyhat.

"Can I get a milkshake, please?"

[themanclion]

Gene has his chin resting on his hand, leaning over his paper. The emergence of a pink hat draws raised eyebrows, then they go higher at the request.

'Depends. D'you know 'ow to make one?'

[ggollymissmolly]

"You put milk and ice cream in a blender and make 'em go whizz," says Molly helpfully. "I dunno what they use for the flavours. Real fruit, I guess?"

[themanclion]

'A blender.'

He's never seen a blender. For that matter, it's been a while since he saw fruit.

'Well. OK then, swee'heart, we can give it a try I s'pose. What fruit d'you want in it?'