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The circle of chairs is out in the main bar. In the middle are a selection of fruit pies, with a choice of ice cream, or cream, or custard, or none of the above.

Behind the pies are a large sign.

LIFE SUPPORT
OPEN TO ALL

FREE PIE

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Free pie?

Fuck yeah, free pie!

Cassidy begins to load up a plate with a large slice of apple pie and two scoops of vanilla ice cream. Maybe three.

He's...not really here for the life support part of the life support group, just the free pie.

Although of course, he'll be glad to chat with anyone who might think he's hogging the ice cream.

Alana, seated at a nearby table with her own slice of apple pie and single scoop of ice cream, watches the display of gluttony. She laughs, cheerful, and gestures to the chair opposite her.

"Need a seat?"

Three scoops is enough, Cassidy. He looks up from licking ice cream off his thumb, like a child caught in the act.

"Oh. Uhm."

He glances around. He was totally going to sit down and not abscond with the free food!

"Sure, thanks!" he says brightly.

And plus, y'know, attractive woman.

Plate in one hand and fork in the other, he goes to sit in the offered chair.

"Funny how I tend to dither over whether to use a fork or a spoon when I'm eatin' pie with ice cream."

Alana smiles at him. "You're welcome to use both, if you're willing to dirty both utensils," she says, eyes glittering with mischief. She extends a delicate hand. "Dr. Alana Bloom."

'Probably more civilized than just licking the plate clean," he chuckles, as he shakes her hand with his tattooed one.

"Cassidy. Nice to meet'cha, Dr. Bloom. What're you a doctor of?"

"Oh, probably," Alana says, chuckling. She admires the tattoos with an appraising eye. "And I have a doctorate in psychology. I'm a professor at Baltimore U. It's nice to meet you, too, Cassidy. What do you do in your life?"

There's...a lot, going up and down and around his arms. Phrases, images, seemingly random numbers. Like a men's room wall.

"Oh, wow. Psychology, that's brainy stuff. A professor, too? Jaysus, I wouldn't last a session with you," he says with a smirk. "As for me, though? Professional lazy bastard. I'm thinkin' of puttin' that on business cards now."

He shovels a forkful of pie and ice cream into his mouth.

Alana's unsure if Cassidy's words are meant to be innuendo, but she laughs anyway, especially at the smirk. "And charmer, don't forget that," she says, not quite giggling, but close. Hers is a smoky laugh. "I'm sure Bar could make those business cards for you."

She cuts into her pie with the side of her fork and takes a small bite, chews, and swallows. "Where are you from? Do I detect a hint of Irishman?"

"The charm's just a bonus," he adds, charmingly.

Always a good sign when a woman laughs instead of smacks him across the face!

"A hint? Aye, I should think the hint is as subtle as a brick as most people tell me they can't understand a word I'm sayin' half the time, but you're right, I'm Irish. Originally from Dublin, but I've been living in the States for quite a while now. An' you, where're you from, then?"

"Good thing to select as a bonus," Alana says, grinning. She indulges in her vanilla ice cream, wrapping her lips around the prongs of the fork. "And no, your Irishness is not at all subtle. I'd like to say I'm from New York, but I'm not that chic. I'm originally from Kansas, but don't tell anyone--I flew like a bat out of hell once I went to college, and never looked back. Where are you now?"

"Oh, Kansas, land of the-- um. Uh. Corn. There's a lot of corn in Kansas, isn't there? Or is it cows? Maybe a lot of both. I wouldn't blame ya for wantin' to get out of the middle of nowhere. Speaking of which, though, that's-- where I kind of am right now, the middle of nowhere, but I've narrowed it down to either New Mexico or Texas."

As he wolfs down another bite of pie and ice cream, he realizes that might need a little explaining.

Alana blinks at him. "A lot of both, yes, but what? You don't know where you are? How did that happen?"

"Uh, well-- y'see, I was leaving Vegas for Tijuana with this group of blokes who turned out to be complete arseholes, so I had to bail on 'em when I realized we were goin' in a different direction. Literally in the middle of nowhere, I swear. There was like-- a cow. In a field. Had to walk to the next town over in the dark, no signs to be seen. Now, I was gonna go into this bar by the side of the road, y'see, but the door led to Milliways instead, an' that was how I got here. Haven't been back since, but I'm thinkin' I should just head over soon, just to find out where I am exactly."

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Alana's eyes widen as he tells his story. She shakes her head slowly when he finishes. "Wow. I'm so sorry to hear that. How long have you been resting in Milliways?"

He exhales a thoughtful exhalation and shrugs, though he's seemingly unfazed.

"I dunno, a couple months? I mean, it's not that big of a deal for me anyways-- well, apart from this whole thing about bein' at a magic bar at the end of the universe-- but I travel from place to place a lot, so this's pretty much just another pit stop. It's great here, though! Magic bar, I mean, what can beat that?

Alana relaxes again, even taking another nibble on her pie. "It's true, the bar is pretty much unbeatable," she says, smiling. "Have you met many people? There are a lot of people worth knowing here."

"Oh, aye, been settlin' in amongst the denizens just fine, an' still meetin' new people all the time. Like you, for example," he adds with a crooked smile.

"What about yourself? You must meet lots of new folks that come through he by doin' this--" He glances at the sign. "--Life Support thing."

"Not as many as you might think. For some reason, people just don't want to talk about their feelings," Alana says, a teasing lilt to her voice. "But I've met a fair amount of people, just by being around. Have you met X? She's the head of Security here and she's lovely."

"Ah, well, to be honest with ya, I came for the free food," he says in an impish tone.

"I have met X, actually. She is lovely. An' she so does enjoy her root beer floats with the curly straws."

Alana laughs again. "A lot of people do," she says, shaking her head. Her tone is just as impish as his is. "Did you meet X casually, or was she arresting you? Not that you'd ever be in trouble."

"Nope, that was Thor who arrested me," he says straightforwardly, giving her a quick series of sidelong expressions that range from sheepish to unapologetic to it wasn't my best moment to yep, this is me in a nutshell.

"X just happened to come along one day for a chat, that's all."

Alana reaches a hand out to him. "I'm sorry, Cassidy. I didn't mean to cast aspersions. I've never met Thor. What's he like?"

"Nah, it's fine," he says with a crooked smirk and a shrug, though he does appreciate it. Her aspersions are not entirely unwarranted, but he's not going to admit that right now.

"It was my first time here an' I had no idea there were, y'know, rules. I mean, sure there's rules in every bar, but once the brawl is over it clears out before the cops come. Still, though, Thor was actually cool about it. He's the type of bloke I'd have a beer or three with."

Alana draws her hand back, her lips quirking into a half-smile. "Security does tend to respond rather quickly around here. That must have been some introduction to the bar. Was it a large brawl?"

"Just me an' some other fella, but there was blood and broken furniture, so I was put on dishwashing duty after a time-out in the cells," he says with the same casual straightforwardness. "I mean, I don't brag about these things when they happen, they just do. I'm not the most rule abidin' guy you're ever gonna meet, that's for sure, but hey." He shrugs again, sopping up melted ice cream off his plate with a piece of pie crust on the end of his fork.

"What about you, then, eh? I bet you could raise a right ruckus up in here, huh? With some secret kung fu moves, tables an' chairs flyin', throwin' people over the bar like they do in the movies," he teases, nudging her knee with his own.