Adam Kaufman // otherworldly bar // 24

[mm_prouvaire]

It's not really a good idea for Adam to be in a bar right now. He has to be at work by 7 tomorrow morning, and his willpower's never been quite the same since Tracy left. At least, not with matters that aren't strictly work-related

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[knows_how]

It's probably really not a good idea to be at this bar.

He knows who he's supposed to be - Zane Taylor - and he's not sure whether the people in this place will be able to tell that (a) he's not and (b) he killed the man.

It's making him slightly paranoid, and the pounding migraine (he still hasn't perfected Dale's power) does not help. Glancing up to see ... himself, essentially, is more than slightly nerve-wracking.

He drops his glass on bartop and curses, quietly. He'd been trying not to draw attention to himself.

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[mm_prouvaire]

Adam might have gone on marking up the classified document without ever looking up and noticing 'Zane' if he hadn't heard the clatter of the glass against the bar, but once he does, his deer-in-the-headlights expression looks more fascinated than frightened. Nothing about the guy in front of him screams 'serial killer' (yet, anyway.)

"Whoa."

[knows_how]

Yet.

Sylar likes to think that he does a rather good job of hiding the fact that he's a serial killer from people besides Peter Petrelli and Matt Parkman. Even if he comes off as a little strange and more than a little awkward, most people don't think a watchmaker's son is capable of cold-blooded murder. He uses it to his advantage on a regular basis.

"...can I help you?" Yes, he's very much going to avoid acknowledging they look nearly identical.

[mm_prouvaire]

Adam is awkward in his own special way, and obnoxiously blustery about it to cover it up. Sure, he may have been staring at his doppelganger like an idiot, and his inner sci-fi geek would love to explore the phenomenon, but not if the guy's going to be snippy.

"Not if you're going to be a spaz," he mutters, rolling his eyes at Sylar's nearly-spilled drink.

[mm_catch22girl]

A pretty blond woman sits at the bar.

She's drinking a glass of orange juice and looking through the L.A. Times.

[mm_prouvaire]

The rustling of the newspaper is distracting when he's trying to mope and drink work. He glances up to fling a few choice, irritated words at whoever's reading it.

"Could you not--"

It takes him that long to recognize her, after four years and a different hairstyle.

"Kim?"

[mm_catch22girl]

She is tempted to flip him off before looking up. She knows it's immature, but, she's *reading* a newspaper.

"How do - " her expression softens. "Adam?"

[mm_prouvaire]

Oh, man. It's been forever. He still thinks about her sometimes, when a junior analyst asks a question that he remembers her asking, or whenever he realizes his mistake after spacing out and forgetting to set the group permission on a volume.

"Yeah. It's...wow. It's, uh, been a while."