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"Um...excuse me? If I could have everyone's attention for a minute."

The hustle and bustle of the bar continues a pace, as if he'd said nothing at all.

"Hello? Can I have your attention, please."

Still nothing. There are drinks being drunk and foods being eaten and hub-bubs to bub.

"Okay...that's it."

A near ear piercing whistle makes it's way through the din. You'd almost expect a fleet of taxis to pull up along side the dirty-blonde haired man standing behind Bar. After all, that's what whistles like that are cultivated for in the first place.

"Thank you. Uh,...I guess I have an announcement to make. Um...first things first. Apologies to those who've had questionable...uh...bar-fare in the last couple of days. There's a refund coming your way if you were inconvenienced in any way. It's been a rough week of transition for everyone involved, and we appreciate your patience.

This brings me to my second point, um...for the time being...."

At this turn of phrase he winces slightly, as if someone had just poked him rather hard in the brain.

"...I will be assuming the role of Head Barman. So uh...yeah. If you've got any concerns, let me know I'll do what I can. If you have any complaints...please keep in mind that I am a highly trained ninja that can kill you in your sleep.

Okay with that said...the Bar is open."

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"She just...jumped in. And nono...really, it's okay. I don't mind. NO seriously! You can see I don't mind! I don't! It's just...some warning would have...NO! I'm not blaming you!"

Somewhere along there he stopped talking to Tonks.

Tonks knows. She's intimately familiar with that particular look on someone's face. With a sigh, she buries her face in her hands, and then looks up at Mike again.

"I just... wanted to let you know we know."

"Yeah...that's what she's kind of telling me now."

He sighs.

"I uh...is everything alright? I mean, I guess that's a really dumbass question to be asking here, all things considered."

"It is what it is," she replies quietly. "We're dealing. He'd made the choice anyway, before she took it."

"what choice would this be, exactly? because all I've been able to get out of her is that he's leaving her for someone else."

At that, a humourless laugh escapes 'Dora. "Um. Me, I guess you might say. My world. The war."

OH yeah, it's cringe time.

"When she says leaving, she doesn't mean leaving leaving....does she?"

"No, no," she says again. "We're not going anywhere physically. Just. Bernard couldn't conscience doing business in the bar, any longer, and putting his weapons in the hands of others, so... he made the decision to leave for as long as he had to, to help me, to help the war effort, and Bar..."

A deep breath.

"She got angry, and took it from him."

"Yeah...that last part I'm familar with."

Amazingly that doesn't come out sounding bitter.

"Can uh...can you ask Addison what the heck it is that he wants me to do? I'd ask him myself but it's been just about all week for the food to not taste funny."

A blank, blank look.

"Who's Addison?"

"David Addison. From Moonlighting the tv show?"

He figures she doesn't get it, but he's hoping...because explaining it is going to hurt in more ways than one.

"Oh, is he here?"

Nymphadora doesn't know the show, but she peers around the bar curiously, all the same.

"Um...not quite. See, Okay. There was this show called Moonlighting and basically it was really a show about how these two people Maddie Hayes and David Addison loved to argue with each other. And there was usually door slamming involved, but they loved each other because they worked together and worked well together and...well..are you following me here?"

"...I think so. Yes. But you could just say his name," she replies, sounding slightly piqued. "He's just Bernard, same as ever."

"Yeah...but you see, there's unhappiness when I say his name, and it doesn't seem to come out nearly as smoothly as it does when you say it. And most importantly, she's just now starting to maybe get some sleep or what ever it is that she does when someone's back here. I'd rather not chance it."

"Right."

She pinches the bridge of her nose.

(Bad habit she picked up from her husband.)

"So anyway...when you see Addison, could you um...you know, ask him what the heck it is that I'm supposed to do?

Oh, and tell him that Alanna's stepping down as head of Security."

"She is? Oh sod a dog, that's perfect, that's--"

Visibly reigning herself in, 'Dora nods.

"All right. I will. And I'm sure she's got a good reason. It's Alanna, she wouldn't do something like that lightly."

Mike tries not to envision exactly how one would sod a dog, it's taking a lot of concentration.

"Oh she does. Sex, and lots of it."

And at that, her brow furrows.

"Hunh?"

"Her and Adam have decided to make with the baby-making. OH! And she's got some sort of Tortall court thinger-stuff to do."

Oh yeah, it's not hard to guess which of these two things Mike finds more important.

She shakes her head, as if to clear it. "Uh. Blimey. Well, all right."

'Dora's twisting her hands, a little, and is back to looking slightly awkward.

His eyes are naturally drawn to the motion of her hands, when he looks back up at her his dopey smile is pretty much gone.

"Tonks? Are you okay? I mean...are you?"

For a moment, she holds her breath, and then-- "No. Not-- not particularly." Her eyes get a little brighter. "I'm sorry you got pulled into this, I never meant for any of it--"

Mike doesn't wait for an invitation before he reaches across Bar and pulls her into as much of a hug as someone his size can muster.

"Shhhh. It's okay."

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