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[blowupthefloats]

It's a rather somber-looking Munch that walks into Milliways tonight; pensive, like something's weighing on his mind.

He pauses as he steps behind the Bar, lays his hand on the wood and asks something quietly. Two moments, maybe three later a napkin with the answer appears on the bartop. Munch smiles. "Thanks. Take five now."

Tonight's

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[pirate_jack]

He peers at the other man from a little further down the bar, eyeing him suspiciously.

"You look bloody awful, mate."

[blowupthefloats]

"Thanks," Munch responds dryly. "Can I get you something, or are you just hanging out here providing free commentary?"

[pirate_jack]

"Could always charge you for it," Jack observes. "S'pose that'd make me more of a man of business though, and that's less of a comfortable thing than might be expected by some what don't know how the wind lies."

A beat.

"Wouldn't say no to a spot of rum."

[blowupthefloats]

The bartender nods. "Now that I can do something about."

He pulls out a bottle and pours a glass for the other man.