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Minimalist attempt at entry.

Man. Suit. New York Times. Booth. J&B, rocks.

Humming.

(I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts
There they are all standing in a row
Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head
Give them a twist a flick of the wrist
That’s what the showman said )

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"Roy Waltman," and I nod my head, sipping my own drink. Perhaps I don't look like a Roy, but I'd gone by the name often enough. The last name was wrong, not the name I'd taken at all but a mix of a friend's name and nonsense, but it was a practiced lie and thus, easily told. It's good not to have a conscience when you say things like that. It helps it go past easier. "I've been here a while."

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"Charmed, Mr. Waltman." Not quite, but it was entirely believable.

Another sip. He lowers the glass to the table and picks an unseen piece of lint from his sleeve, adding in faultless courtesy, "You have the look of it."

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I wonder if he's refering to my staff. I haven't stood yet, to show my lameness, but the leg is visibly smaller and weaker than the other.

"Yes, well, it happens to the best of us."

A sip from my drink.

"Mmm...I remember the Upper West Side. And Barbados. And a number of places in between. I can't say I wouldn't like to be in any of them as opposed to here, but this place is better than some I've gone to."

Certainly better than the inn I'd grown up in.

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"To the best of us, Mr. Waltman? I would go insane if I was kept here for an extended period of time." In monotone, but polite.

A sip.

"Barbados? Nice. Business trip or personal time?"

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"Personal time, of course, though I was looking over some holdings," and what might very well have been a theme park had I not ended up here again. "Business shouldn't be mixed with pleasure, but there's nothing bad to be said about checking in on things when you can."

I wonder if they built it without me. I can't imagine the Empire of the Mouse (http://sir-apropos.livejournal.com/899.html) toppling even as the brains behind the operation had been brought to this place mid-vacation, but I did wonder.

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He pauses. He swears that there is singing (http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/12326942.html?thread=510476318#t510476318).

It might be a theme. Frankly, that scares him.

He drains his glass.

"Ah, you manage property? There is excellent money in that. And I would agree, business should be separate from pleasure unless business does make one happy."