http://trurabblerouser.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] trurabblerouser.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2006-03-26 03:05 pm

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He walks down slowly, as if not quite sure what'll be there. When one is newly dead, one fears heading down far more than one fears heading up but he does in fact make it to the main bar. Another few steps gets him to the bar counter proper and then he's ordering a meal, neat as you please, and taking the bites slowly as if afraid they might disappear as readily as they appeared.

[ooc: in and out due to groceries and parentals, but I'll answer your tag]

[identity profile] milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com 2006-03-26 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Wells has a hard time getting the attention of the wait-rats without someone else at his table; he's forced to go to the Bar for refills. Thus he happens to turn up at the Bar not long after the newcomer arrives.

It takes him a moment to realise why the other man looks so familiar, but he shortly smiles and nods in his direction.

[identity profile] milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com 2006-03-26 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Afternoon," says Wells politely. "Didn't mean to interrupt there, but you put me in mind of someone I know. Works on the security team here."

That's true enough as far as it goes, and far safer than anything else, really.

[identity profile] milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com 2006-03-26 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mm. Might be," says Wells. "Sorry if that's the case, then. My name's Harry Wells."

Hey, he could be wrong. Wasn't like he hadn't met Errol Partridge and Sharpe both, after all.

[identity profile] milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com 2006-03-26 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Ding.

Wells shakes the hand. "Pleased to meet you," he says. And to recognise you, he thinks, though he's not saying that any time soon. "Welcome to the Bar, anyway. How's this place treating you?"

[identity profile] milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com 2006-03-26 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
That gets a nod. "When I first came here I didn't know a damned thing about what was going on," Wells admits frankly. "Sort of got thrown through the door, and that was that. You're a step ahead of me in that, at least."

[identity profile] milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com 2006-03-27 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Living? Yeah," says Wells. "Cursed, though. That's got to be worth a couple of points off."

[identity profile] milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com 2006-03-27 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
Wells smiles wryly. "Turn up next time I'm here and the moon outside is full," he says. "You'll see how much nonsense there is in it then. Though I suggest you keep a good distance and carry something silver and sharp, 'cos I can't always keep it under control."

[identity profile] and-far-away.livejournal.com 2006-03-26 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
His brother's sitting not far away, security badge on - duty calls, after all.

[identity profile] and-far-away.livejournal.com 2006-03-26 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
So he takes him up on the invitation, getting up and wandering over.

"Settling in?"

[identity profile] and-far-away.livejournal.com 2006-03-26 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"They're not too pricey, though. And you can have a smaller one if you want it."

[identity profile] and-far-away.livejournal.com 2006-03-26 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"...aye. Only question is, where to start."

He's at something of a loss with that.

[identity profile] and-far-away.livejournal.com 2006-03-26 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, but the beginning of what? What I know of this place, or when I left Yorkshire?"