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[anotherlifebro.livejournal.com]

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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[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

She holds up her hands, like she's surrendering, and says, "Yeah. Like I said, sorry."

She still can't get that smile right.

"Maybe you are. Hard to tell." Somehow, she doesn't sound like she cares too much. But she takes a large sip of her bottle, putting her noticeably ahead of Wes.

[undignified]

He wants to say don't be, or apologise himself, but he just shrugs.

His own smile is still pretty small, and wry, and he raises his bottle in a salute before taking a gulp of whiskey.

Trying for the same tone as way earlier, not quite achieving it, he says, "Still think you're gonna win?"

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

She sighs and swallows as much whiskey as she can without, you know, dying. It makes her choke, but now she's winning.

The fake smile falls from her face, but that might be the alcohol's fault.

"Still think I'm gonna lose?"

[undignified]

Wes does not like awkward, and this? This is still awkward. This is, in fact, a level of awkward he hasn't ever known before.

It can be cured only by matching her for drinking, and so he does.

Then he grins, holds up his bottle to compare thoughtfully, and says, "Yep," before taking another gulp.

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

A tiny smile escapes, which she quickly tries to hide by taking another swallowing two mouthfuls in a row.

"You're wrong, then." She takes another swig, just to make sure he stays wrong.

[undignified]

Wes shakes his head firmly, drinking moooore whiskey to stay caught up, and drinking so quickly now is probably not good.

"I'm never wrong," he insists. "I'm me, an' I'm always right, an' I'm going to win, so there."

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

Well, if he's speeding up so is she, which means she chugs as much as she can before she starts choking.

Stupid pilots.

"You contradict y'self. Y'don't always win." That sentence made sense in her brain. But she's ahead of him, so there!

[undignified]

Wes may be drinking more quickly, but he's still not drunk yet, and he eyes Shalla before taking another swig.

"I do so. When've I not won? Ever?"

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

She smirks at him, and replies, "Whenever y'come up 'gainst me." Duh, Wes.

Another large gulp of alcohol.