Millitimed to sometime after the thing with k_in_black.

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Ray comes in from New York City, rubbing at his face tiredly with one hand. He's got a sheaf of papers in one hand, and he looks as if he could use a drink; what the Bar gives him, however, is his usual green stuff and a plate of dinner. He nods and touches the bar briefly with his Visa card.

"Thank you, Bar, I appreciate it."

That having been done, he scoops up his receipt and goes looking for a place to sit.

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Liz might not, but according to the ID that Ray flips out, the New York City Department of Health and Mental Hygiene (Sanitation Division) does.

"That's what I do for a living, Miss Imbrie."

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She raises an eyebrow. That looks very -- odd, she decides, choosing the most neutral word she can.

"Well, then, what are we waiting for?"

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Ray snaps his wallet shut and gets up. "Right this way, then," he says. "We won't be there long, I don't think."

[OOC: Although this OOM is probably best done tomorrow, as I have a wicked cold going right now and would prefer to do it up with eight hours' sleep in me.]

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She brushes her hair off her face and slips her spring coat on. "Lead the way, Dr. Stantz."

((OOC: Good idea -- I'm EST, and I'll be online after 9; catch me in Y!M/AIM (thewatersword) or email (watersword@livejournal.com), okay?))