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[bring_a_sponge]

A Man in Black steps through the Door and takes a long look at the debris scattered throughout the bar

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[bring_a_sponge]

Like Zed gives a shit about that.

The Chief hates to repeat himself, but he's in such a good mood, he's prepared to do even that tonight. He thrusts a finger at the shelf of glasses again. "Drinks on the house! Courtesy of the bureau!"

And now he's grinning. He might even be bouncing in his chair. Ever so slightly.

He's not reached 'giddy' yet, but it can't be ruled out before the night is done.

[bring_a_sponge]

"Eli Lockhart's Finest for me," his arm angles up to point out the distinctive bottle of bourbon on the highest of the High Shelves behind the bar.

"As for everyone else, whatever they want. Price is no object. Hell, I'll even sell off the Clapper patent if I have to. After all, it's a goddamn Special Occasion!"

[will_scarlett]

Will doesn't like how the Bar's looking and can't think of anything good connected to Zed being happy, but a free drink's a free drink, "Thank ye."

[bring_a_sponge]

"You're welcome!" Zed replies with exuberance.

"How the hell are ya, kid? Sheriff still being a pain in the ass?"

[will_scarlett]

"Aye, course 'e is. Ye know somethin' 'bout why it's the End o'Days 'ere?"

As Will rememembers Zed seems to pride himself on knowing things.

[bring_a_sponge]

"Personally, I'd say it's the Multiverse finally coming to Its goddamn senses, with an extra helping of 'Got It Coming.'"

"But there's probably some other, unjustly mundane TimeSpace phenomenon behind it. Maybe our tech guys will figure it out, maybe somebody else around here will, or maybe we'll never know."

"All I care about are the consequences."

[im_just_the]

There's a man in olive sitting at the bar with a glass of milk. He looks up at Zed's boisterous entrance.

"I take it that you've heard, then."

[bring_a_sponge]

"You bet your MiddleAss, I have!"

"What're you having? Drinks on me, the rest of the night."

[im_just_the]

"You do realize that by celebrating like this you're only inviting massive disappointment." That is how the universe works, after all.

Still, the Middleman won't let that stop him from enjoying a fine glass of milk.

[bring_a_sponge]

"Go ahead and have an extra squirt of calcium, if you want. The bureau's good for it."

"I'll allow this could be a gigantic screw job," he nods. "But consider the evidence."

He gestures toward the Back Door. The Middleman has probably heard about the mess back there, just like the MiBs have.

[diehard_daniel]

Daniel bellied up to the bar. Only he was many years older than the last time he was the last time he had been in Milliways.

"What is going on? You look happy," said Daniel.

[bring_a_sponge]

"Dr. Jackson!" Zed replies in an alarmingly good mood.

"Look around. See all the debris? Confirmation that this place might finally be about to blow itself apart."

"So have a drink on me!"

[diehard_daniel]

"Sure," said Daniel, "A beer would be nice."

The beer appeared. Pull.

"So, the Bar is dying?"

[bring_a_sponge]

"Dying," Zed ponders the word. "That'd probably be one way to put it."

"Personally, I'm hoping for something more dramatic. Along the lines of a cataclysmic, multiversal detonation."

"But I'll take a straight up death if that gets the job done."

[split_your_lip]

"Why don't you just order yourself a fiddle while you're at it?"

Ida almost purrs.
Though, since it's Ida doing the purring, it's more like a whirr.

[bring_a_sponge]

"Fiddle? I'm ready to hire a goddamn symphony orchestra."

"You can't tell me this dump getting shit-canned wouldn't make your job a hell of a lot easier too."

[split_your_lip]

"If it's not this place, it'll be another place. The change in my workflow will be negligible if anything. Nothing short of a Naked singularity will ever change that."

There's something...particularly lascivious about the way she says that.

"I do love watching the Meat Puppets freak out though. Those are memories I'll cherish for years."

[bring_a_sponge]

Zed rumbles with mirth.

"Serves 'em right. Anybody who's going to miss this place is out of their damn minds anyway."