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It's one of those posts.

There's a spoilerific and mildly tipsy Desmond in a booth, sketching something that might be a snowglobe, only that's silly, right?

Another booth has a Hawkeye, with a glass of scotch and a newspaper from home -- it's amazing what Bar'll give you.

At a table by the noticeboard is Wes, copying English words from the various signs and seeing how much he can translate without checking the primer. (Answer: not many. Rose is watching from the next table over, smirking slightly at each mistake. It's great being able to read anything. Yay TARDIS!)

Ben's at the Bar with a chocolate milkshake -- that's not changed after three years, apparently. He's stealing occasional curious glances at an uneasy man nearby, though: Fi's wandered in wearing his off-duty clothes and without his brothers, but he figured he'd have a glass of fruit juice anyway. (And why not, eh?)

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Atton's grin, if possible, grows wider.
"More or less. But I remembered my name and a couple of other things over the past few days," Beat. "Betcha you didn't. Though I suppose you don't need to."

Irritating smile.
"Studying what?"

"Not really, no," Wes agrees amiably. "Haven't forgotten my name, recently anyway. Unless my whole life's a lie and I've been stuck in some bizarre reality show with a new set of memories. That might explain a lot, actually."

Irritating smiles are annoying on other people, you know. So annoying!

"English. 's Earth language. Sort of. I think. They've also got somethin' called Latin, but that's not important."

"Why're you trying to learn a language?" Atton asks, sitting down on the table. "'S not like it'll ever come in use. Will it?"

"'Course it will. Maybe. New languages are always good for swearin' in, anyway!" He grins and leans back on his chair a little. "'Sides, this is for here, so I can learn Earth drinks."

He nods solemnly. Learning about new forms of alcohol is a good thing.

"Oh, well, fair enough," Atton grins. "It's important to know the names of drinks. Are Earth drinks any good?" And by 'any good', he means 'very alcoholic'.

"'specially when you're going to bartend," Wes agrees.

He makes it sound so great, being a bartender for a brothel.

"Hmm ... sort of. There's vodka, that's pretty good. An' lots of different whiskeys, but none as good as Whyren's."

"You're going to bartend?" Atton raises an eyebrow slightly. "Bartending, running pasty-throwing pilot clubs, learning languages, how d'you get the time to do it all?"

"I'm just that amazing," Wes says with a grin. "Won't be very often, don't think. Just for any functions Madame Lilly organises."

Then, slightly shiftily, "Not like the squadron takes any work at all anyway. Maybe there should be another briefing."

Beat.

"Nahhh."

"I'd help you organise another briefing," Atton offers. "'Cept I don't remember how they work." Think carefully, would anybody really want a maniacal sock-puppet-obsessed Jedi amnesiac helping organise things?

No one sane.

... that solves that issue, then!

"'Work' is a very technical term," Wes tells him happily. "It's not like they expect much anyway. Or they shouldn't, knowing me. I might take you up on that if I can ever be bothered, though. Perhaps you could be in charge of refreshments."

"Wow. Refreshments," Atton grins. "Be still, my beating heart, be still."

Wes grins back and shakes his head.

"'s a very important part, you know. They're also the ammo, after all! You'd get to decide what sort of pastries are available to throw. I'd be trusting you with a very important task here."

"If you make it refreshments and tables, you'll have a deal." Don't do it, Wes! It's a trap!

"Hmm."

Wes makes a show of considering this. He gives it a great deal of thought. It's a tricky dilemma. I mean, refreshments and tables? WHOA.

"All right," he agrees with a grin, "but you've got to promise that only the cool people get the Whyren's, so there's more for me."

The next briefing will be crackdoom-filled, the mun can see it now.

It's a perfect situation for Atton. He gets to make it as bizarre and difficult as possible, without having to do any of the difficult, administrative stuff.
"Astral," Atton grins. It is quite a wolfish grin, as far as grins go. "And of course only the cool people will get Whyrens."

Sounds good to Wes! He likes this delegating thing.

He throws Atton a mock salute, and nods. "Good. I'll let you know whenever I decide it'll be. An' I'd be happy to help test any potential pastries," he adds, "you know, just to help."

Atton raises one hand to the side of his head, in the vain hope that it will stem the sudden headache that came on when he saluted. It passes after a few moments.
"Yeah, I'll bet you would. But you pay for any pastries you - Actually. All my stuff is going on Kira's tab, so taste away!"

Wes snorts. "Yeah, I bet she'll love paying for some strange guy to eat pastries."

Beat.

"Sounds like a plan! Be sure to get a lot. Always make the most of other people paying for things."

"Pfft. You're hardly a strange guy. I mean, she met you a couple of weeks ago, when I came in," Atton grins. "I did consider buying a gigantic, really expensive pie to share out with the bar, but I decided not to, eventually."

"Me? Not strange?" Wes tries very hard not to burst out laughing. "You really don't remember anything.

"You should," he adds with a grin. "Or buy everyone a drink. Or just buy me lots of drinks, that works too."

"Hey!" Atton protests. "I remember some things. Lotsa things." Very little about Wes, but he's not going to say that. That would ruin his whole argument.

"But you still think I'm normal?" Wes definitely laughs this time. "Obviously I'll have to try harder in future. Can't be having people think I'm normal."

"Obviously I don't want to remember your abnormal moments," Atton grins, prodding Wes in the ribs. "They must be that bad."

Wes wrinkles his nose and pokes Atton back.

"No. I'm brilliant when I'm abnormal. Which ... is all the time, so I'm brilliant all the time. So ha!" Beat. "Just, not many people recognise this," he concedes.

"Yeah. 'Cause you really give off an aura of brilliance," Atton says, with just a hint of sarcasm. "Really. Really really."