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[grumpywordsmith.livejournal.com]

The Front Door opens to allow a small rubber ball to come bouncing into the bar.

"Sam!"

"Sam! Do I have to do everything around here?"

Moments later, a grumbling White House Director of Communications comes into the bar. Not that he's noticed--he's too absorbed in scowling at the sheaf of papers he has in his hand. He reaches down automatically for the ball, which has come to rest against a chair leg, and only as he rises back up does he notice where he is. Just in time to hear the Door slam shut behind him.

"Not again!"

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[grumpywordsmith.livejournal.com]

"Me, the place lets me get comfortable. Lets a few weeks go by. Then I get this horrible moment when I actually think I sort of miss it. Still nothing happens. Then, just when I start to feel relieved that it won't happen again--it happens."

"I tell you, the owners here have one hell of a sense of humor."

[fiveroundsrapid.livejournal.com]

"In that case I suppose I should expect to find myself here again the next time we've got a mission in front of us," the Brig mutters. "Since they seem to find it funny to snatch me away when I'm about to do something of importance."

[grumpywordsmith.livejournal.com]

"I'm starting to think maybe I should be setting up a typewriter in one of these booths. Maybe wait for JFK to come in through the door and give me second opinions."


Whoa, now there's a disturbing thought. Toby drains the last of his martini and orders another.

[fiveroundsrapid.livejournal.com]

"Say hello to Winston Churchill for me should he turn up while you're at it," the Brigadier says, and gets his own drink refilled. "I suppose I really ought to compose my incident report to UNIT command as long as I'm here and save myself the time upon returning."

[grumpywordsmith.livejournal.com]

"And I should probably get started on trying to salvage this," Toby replies, looking at the stack of paper in front of him as if he'd rather just chuck the entire thing and start all over. Which he might, once he gets through most of that second martini.

"Pleasure to meet you, Brigadier. I guess we'll be seeing each other around, if the owners have their way about it."

[fiveroundsrapid.livejournal.com]

He nods. "The same here, Mr. Ziegler. Best of luck with all that."