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[bloody_awful]

A bloke walks into

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[childofathos]

There's something familiar about the man who walks into the bar, and something more familiar about his voice. Teyla has seen a number of strange things in the bar and as many if not more back home, but she's still slightly uncertain how to handle this situation.

If nothing else, it's clear this man who may or may not be John is in some distress, and she knows all too well what it's like to be Bound, so after a moment's hesitation, she approaches.

"Is everything all right?"

[childofathos]

"I do not believe anyone knows who the Landlord is or how to find him."

[bloody_awful]

"So I'm stuck here, and I don't know when I'll get out." He sighs and takes a long drink. "At least there's an open bar."

[childofathos]

"There is also a tab to keep track of what you drink," Teyla points out, gesturing to the tab board. "And tabs are, on occasion, called in."

[bloody_awful]

John rolls his eyes. "I knew it was too good to be true." He looks up at the board -- "Oi! That's my name up there!" He looks closer. "I'm bloody rich!"

[childofathos]

Teyla nods, giving him a thoughtful look. "The people who come here are from many realities. It is possible that is you from a different world."

[bloody_awful]

"Brilliant!" John laughs. "Let's have a bottle of bubbly then and let someone else named me pay the tab!"

[childofathos]

Laughing, Teyla shakes her head. "I am not sure it works that way. Bar is quite intelligent. She will charge it to the correct patron."

[bloody_awful]

John frowns. "That inn't right. I'm John Constantine. My name, my tab." He looks at the bar dubiously. "Ah... Bar?" he asks with an expression that says he can't believe he's doing this. "Bottle of cham, two glasses, my tab."

Yup! A bottle of Veuve Cliquot Yellow Label on ice, two flute glasses.

John grins. "Brilliant." He pours two glasses and raises a toast. "To someone else's money that's all mine. Cheers!"

[childofathos]

Teyla smiles and lifts her glass. "Cheers," she echoes.

If Bar does not make the distinction between this John and the one she knows, she can only assume that means they are one and the same.

"You are taking your confinement very well."

[bloody_awful]

John's face falls. "Christ, thanks for that reminder, sweetheart. Don't worry, I'm getting out of here soon as I can." He empties his glass and pours another. "But may as well take advantage while I'm here."

[childofathos]

"I am sorry," Teyla says, touching his arm again. "And yes. You may as well make the most of your time here. Some people see it as a blessing. A...vacation."

[bloody_awful]

John likes that touch, oh yeah.

"Holiday," he sneers. "No time for that shite, me. I've things to do." He looks at her and there's that cocky grin again. "Got a band, see? We're going to be big as the Pistols!"

(They're going to be a one-hit wonder. Close enough? *snicker*)

[childofathos]

"The Pistols?"

Teyla's very limited knowledge of earth music does not at all extend into the punk world.

[bloody_awful]

John figured Teyla for a "mainstream" kinda gal. "Bloody brilliant! Smash the state and all that. Anarchy in the UK!" He plays the drums on the bar and headbangs a bit.

[childofathos]

She smiles at the drumming. "Is anarchy not a dangerous governmental structure?"

She may or may not be teasing.