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[themanclion]

He sweeps in tonight like a man on a mission, car keys in his hand, obviously en route to kick some scumbag's head in. So, y'know. Not all that happy about being sidetracked.

Still! Always time for a quick snifter.

'Double Sc....oh, you are jokin' me.'

A napkin informs him that no, actually, she is not. He sighs, and runs his hand over his forehead.

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[not_his_pa]

William wants another drink and to see if he can get a map of France from Bar, but when he sees Gene sits down on a stool,

"Sir, could I get a coffee?"

The hardcover copy of The Three Musketeers is by him on the counter with a strip of leather as a bookmark.

[themanclion]

'A coffee.'

He recognises this lad, but can't for the life of him remember his name.

This, in no way, lessens the scorn in his tone at the request.

'A rat can get coffee.'

[not_his_pa]

"What about a whiskey?"

All he really wants is another drink and he remembers this man being sharp.

[themanclion]

He shrugs a shoulder, and grabs the nearest bottle. Cheap stuff, because he wouldn't want the kid to run up a debt on the single malts. Plus, he likely wouldn't appreciate it anyway.

He slides it across, with no mark on his conscience.

'You were in that scrap,' he says, like it was nothing but a Sunday stroll across the park.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Oh, hey," says Ellen as she comes up to the Bar. "I haven't seen you in a while. Hi, Gene. How've you been?"

Hair's longer, though not by much. Scars are still about the same.

[themanclion]

'Alrigh', luv?'

He Leans against the back of the bar, and lights a fag.

'Got no complaints. Drink?'

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"I could use one," Ellen says. "Just beer, though. It's been a decent day for once."

[themanclion]

The nearest fridge gets yanked open; he grabs the nearest bottle, flips the top off and slides it over.

'Here? Or out,' a head-jerk towards the door, 'there?'

[guppy_sandhu]

"Hey Gene." Guppy says, sitting at the bar. "Got another bit of paper for your scrapbook."

Fry climbs onto a barstool, grabs Gene's keys, and jingles them.

[themanclion]

'...what?'

Yeah, he's still a bit off at the idea of talking to Guppy.

'Don' have a scrapbook.'

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy hands him the letter. His expression isn't angry though.

'Name: Alexander Sandhu

[themanclion]

He gets halfway before Fry asks his question. His eyes flick up to him.

'Cells.'

He shouldn't have one really, but it's his bloody station and he'll be damned if anyone'll keep him out.

He finishes the letter, and hands it back.

'He's a good lad.'

[aintnocoonhunt]

The barman might recognise the less than precise diction of one US Marshal, as he seems to be mid-story as he enters

[themanclion]

Gene may be smiling behind his own glass of single malt. Just a bit, like.

'Who was that really meant for?' he asks, fetching down the good stuff.

[aintnocoonhunt]

"Eh, don' matter. Man name of Lee," he grunts a laugh, "save he don't get the humor of it, having the misfortune to be born a Chinaman. They left you in charge of the liquor? What," he glances about, "was there a -- fire or somethin'?"

[themanclion]

He snorts a laugh, and leans against the back of the bar.

'Wha's that s'posed t'mean? Just so happens, people appreciate my general bono...bonhom...good humour, an' easygoin' nature.'

Or something to that effect.

[nitro_is_ace]

((OOC:*is the latest thing of ever, blames work and tags anyway?*))

"Aren't you bein' the gracious host t'night?" His favorite juvenile delinquent who insists on not growing up has found a seat, and is pointedly ignoring the dog she brought with her. Every few minutes the very top of his fuzzy head appears, just visible over the edge of the bar, and then vanishes.

[themanclion]

[OOC: Never a problem! :D]

'Aren' I always?'

He drains his pint, and immediately starts pulling another.

The top of the dog's head might be getting a disapproving eye cast over it.

'How's life?'

[nitro_is_ace]

"M'brother finished his house somewhere cold - Alaska, or Canada, or someplace rocky an' freezin'. I tried t'convince him that it'd be brilliant livin' someplace warm, but no one ever listens t'that." Ace is continuously baffled by this longing to live in cold places. There is no logical reason for it!

[themanclion]

In this, they are of like minds. Gene is mystified.

'What did he wanna do that for?'