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[2020sight]

"Oooh, the weather outside is frightful . . .Epimetheus shakes snow out of his hair as he comes through the door and heads for the bar. (Sorry if he catches you with a few flakes

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[mnt_donnie]

A stool or two down the bar, Don shows up at the bar as well.

"Could I get a refill on the tea, ma'am? It's very good."

His mug is refreshed, steam rising off the top.

[2020sight]

Now, this is hardly the first time Epimetheus has seen a variation on his designs wandering around the bar. (See also: waitrats; mapoxen.) But this guy is big.

He gives Don a fairly openly curious look.

[mnt_donnie]

If Don knew about the mapox, he would be really interested, even if biology isn't his specialty.

"Evening," Don says. Having someone just be curious is way better than a scream of terror, the way he sees it.

[2020sight]

"Howdy," he replies, with an easy grin. "The tea's not bad for you?"

[forewarned_is]

There's a woman in a red shirt and black slacks sitting on a barstool nearby, with a tall glass mug of something steaming that smells of spices.

She gives him a faintly curious look as he settles down.

[2020sight]

He catches her eye and toasts her.

"When we finally kiss good niiiiight," he warbles, "how I'll hate to go out in the stooooorm . . ."

The look he's giving her might be an invitation to finish the line. Or it might be plain old flirtation. Or possibly both, with this guy.

[forewarned_is]

She smiles, but it's amusement more than appreciation.

"No."

[2020sight]

He makes puppy-eyes at her.

Uh, metaphorical ones, to be clear.

[anchor_branded]

Joris is currently at the bar, with-

Well, nothing even remotely alcoholic. The bottle's lable reads 'Curiousity Cola', and if that ever decides to ferment, well, then you have a problem.

Sadly, that song hasn't made its way across the worlds, though its a bit doubtful that Joris would join in, even if he knew the lyrics.

[2020sight]

"And since we've no place tooo you are one of Helen's friends. Joris, right?"

Hope you don't mind the interruption, Joris.

[anchor_branded]

If he did, Joris wouldn't be at Milliways.

He glances over, eyes widening for a moment before he focuses on Epimentheus. Then he nods.

"And you're... either Ray or Epimentheus, depending on... depending on whichever you want to be called and if you're avoiding people who call you Epimentheus?"

[2020sight]

"Pretty much," he confirms, cheerfully -- but the look in his eyes is somewhat more serious than his tone. "How're you doing?"