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[di_or_dci]

It's one thing to work with a man, and another thing entirely to have him save your arse. But even that can't bring Sam down tonight

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[diced_tartan]

Nicholas recognises those jitters. He's had those jitters, and it's never been something he's particularly enjoyed.

"I'm not really sure alcohol is the best choice right now," he says off-handedly from behind a newspaper. "It might only exacerbate the issue."

Okay, so this isn't really any of his business, but this seems like the sort of information that needs to be shared.

[di_or_dci]

"Ta, mate," Sam says, mouth quirking in the faint beginnings of a wry smile.

"Thanks for the tip."

It's one he chooses not to take.

Maybe the 70s are getting to him.

Maybe he's just learning to loosen up.

[diced_tartan]

Nicholas is well-resigned to people not taking his advice. It doesn't happen at home, and it sure has hell doesn't happen around here.

Still, he can't help but notice something almost oddly familiar about this guy. He has a hunch, but he'd rather get a bit more information before assuming and being completely wrong.

"What happened?" he asks. "Out there?" He nods slightly to the door.

[di_or_dci]

If Sam finds that question odd on exactly thirty seconds of non-acquaintance, he doesn't let on.

"What, you wouldn't rather talk about what happens in here?"

Bar gets a quiet thanks when she provides him a pint.

"Seems like a more interesting story, all told."

[ikissdhimbck]

Kate spies him out from her seat at the Bar. It takes her a moment to place where she knows him from, but once all the pieces click back together her expression shifts into an apologetic wince.

Not that she's the one who knocked in his door.

[di_or_dci]

Sam cannot fail to notice the wince. He flashes back to that horribly awkward morning and the subsequent door repairs, then shoves it away and smiles.

"Kate, wasn't it? Can I hope you gave Hunt a little what-for in the driving department?"

[ikissdhimbck]

She nods once, smiling lopsidedly.

"And Tyler, right? I'm afraid the Cortina took the brunt of it."

She's back in her normal fare: trousers, cowboy boots, hat hanging from her neck by the stampede string. Her Colt is at her hip.

(It's certainly not the feminine attire she donned in Manchester.)

[di_or_dci]

"Sam'll do. Tyler's my last name. And the Cortina''s an old enough warhorse to handle it," he laughs. "Figuratively, at any rate."

Her attire -- including the gun -- is most definitely not how he last (and first) saw her.

"I didn't wander into one of those holiday parties you hear stories about, did I?"

No one else seems dressed up. Except that in Milliways that is a much harder call to make than elsewhere.

Uh oh.

[di_or_dci]

"One does one's best," he says, with a slight grin.

"I'm not sure whether the end of the universe makes that easier or not."

[lilium_evansiae]

Lily is still trying to get the hang of this Milliways thing.

The gentleman might catch her eye because he's dressed more like she expects people to be dressed than most patrons here (especially Muggles, though she's in Muggle clothing herself, this evening.)

And then she catches sight of the injuries.

"Are you all right?"

[di_or_dci]

Is he --

"What are -- oh. I wouldn't worry yourself. I'm fine."

It was just a little tiff, really.

Comparatively.

[lilium_evansiae]

There's just the hint of a smile.

She heard something similiar from a fourth year with a black eye, yesterday.

"The other fellow looks worse?"

[di_or_dci]

"I wouldn't go so far as to say that, miss. But I'll be right as rain in a day or two, and right now that's good enough for me."

His smile, even where it pulls at the abraded skin near his eye, doesn't even come close to making him wince.

[vbrightfuture]

She's heard tell of Sam showing up here before, but that was only on the Guv's word - and Annie's learned not to get her hopes up too often.

Ducking in for a quick drink has turned into a not-so-quick stay - she's glancing over toward the spot where her door had disappeared only a few moments ago, waiting for what she hopes is an inevitable reappearance.

Sam shows up first.

"Looks like you took sort of a nasty one, didn't you?" she says, by way of greeting, motioning to a similar spot around her own eye.

[ ooc: may have to call insta-slowtime, but I didn't want to miss this. :) ]

[di_or_dci]

"Annie!" Sam says, surprised, pleased and -- at least for a second -- caught completely flat-footed.

"Is the whole squad liable to show up her? A man's got to be fore-warned."

He moves toward her table at an easy pace.

"And I wouldn't call it a nasty one. Just doing my part to keep up good relations between coworkers."

[vbrightfuture]

"Don't worry," Annie reassures him. "I would've found you first."

A smile easily flickers across her face - before she peers at him, anyway.

"Have you had it looked at, at least?"

[di_or_dci]

He looks a little caught out.

"I was just going to nip down to the pub for a payout on the wager with the Guv. Save taking care of this until I got back to my flat."

Busted.