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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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"Well, I'm convinced."

Cheerfully, "Oh, good. That's that settled then, right?"

"I'm dreading remembering you. Dreading."

Wes goes :(

"Aw. I've no idea why. I already said, I'm brilliant. You love me and you know it."

"You're the only one vouching for your brilliance, y'know."

"Well..."

Damn. That's a good point.

"I'm sure there's lots of people who think I'm brilliant. In fact, in fact, I bet you thought I was really brilliant before and you've written it in your journal thing and you just can't read it cause you crossed it out like Gavin said."

He nods.

"And you're basing this off ... what?"

"My own brilliance," Wes says impatiently. "Come on, keep up. Or wait -- is said brilliance blinding you or something? Sorry," he adds honestly.

Atton just gives him a Look.

Wes blinks.

Innocently.

"Kriffer." It's said fondly.

"Only sometimes," with a grin.

"Anyway, you owe me a drink."

This is a lie and he's blatantly trying to take advantage.

"Since when do I owe you a drink?"

"Since ages ago," Wes says vaguely. "You probably don't remember, see."

"Aha. No. That trick is going to work on me."

Wes is shocked. Utterly.

"You think I'd trick you?"

"Really? Yes. Or at least try."

"I am appalled that you would suggest such a thing. I am nothing if not honest all the time."

He nods firmly.

"Wes. Don't be so hard on yourself," Atton says, shaking his head. "You're not nothing."

Wes sticks his tongue out at Atton.

"I hate you. Now you do owe me a drink."

"You love me, really. Admit it, you do."

Wes goes pfft.

"Nope. I don't think it's possible for anyone to hate someone as much as I hate you."

"Aw, Wes. Don't say that." Atton tries to look hurt. Except he's still grinning.

Wes shakes his head, remaining stern for a whole three seconds before he grins again.

"All right. I don't hate you at all. But I still say you owe me a drink."

"Fine. It's going on Kira's tab anyway," He waves over a waitrat. "Something strong, please. Not too strong. We wouldn't want poor Wes getting drunk."