John (Bloody) Taylor - Tales from the Nightside - Strangefellows GORRAMIT

[mm_danii]

There are nights when I just want to lean back in my booth and let my reputation run interference between me and the rest of this godforsaken hole.

Then there are nights where that self-same reputation is a pain in the ass and all I'd really like is someone to drink a beer with.

Guess which one it is today?

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[mm_kate]

And lo and behold, his wish is answered.

"Evening, John."

[finds_it]

...you know, Universe? You guessed right. But you're trying to make yourself wrong.

"How you doing, Deadboy? Not on shift tonight?"

[mm_kate]

"They do insist on giving me time off", Dead Boy drawls, dropping into the booth. "I don't know what they expect me to do with it."

[finds_it]

"Apparently, come to see me. There something going on I should know about, or you just came here to buy me a drink?"

[incognitoracer]

A good secret agent always makes sure his weapons are cleaned and oiled.

In this case, his biggest and baddest weapon is in the garage and-fully cleaned and oiled which results in a man who smells like a car and looks like a greasemonkey sitting at one of the tables focused on the far smaller weapons he posesses

[finds_it]

"You're not one of those Transmogrifiers or something, are you? Or Automan?"

[incognitoracer]

That's a new one. Racer X looks up, startled, "I'm not a what?"

[finds_it]

"Guy. Who. Turns. Into. A. Car."

I say it nice and slow.

[trindle]

Trindle isn't much for beer, so she's sitting at the bar and drinking a coke.

The unsavory characters around don't seem to phase her as much as they ought to, for some reason or another. She's content to keep to herself and flash Alex well-timed smiles until someone expresses a desire to speak to her.

[finds_it]

Ha. You don't see a lot of dames like this one.

"And what is the Time Dragon doing dreaming you here of all places, ma'am?"

[trindle]

She looks mildly thoughtful at that.

"I suppose that's one possible explanation," she admits with a small arch of her brow and a shrug. Just so that John doesn't draw the inevitable conclusion, she offers her hand.

"Trindle."

[finds_it]

"I didn't think you were her," I say with a smirk.

"She woulda smacked me for that."