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[doctor-weir.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth Weir is in a far better mood than she has been since she found herself bound in Milliways.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that it's a lovely day outside.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that she didn't even think to try the main door today, to go back to her world.

Or maybe it's that she's on her third candy bar.

The options are many; the answers are few.

At any rate, she finds herself a barstool, breaking off a piece of chocolate from her newest bar and popping it into her mouth before ordering a root beer.

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[fiveroundsrapid.livejournal.com]

It would take someone who'd been in this particular part of the Bar a good deal longer than the Brigadier has to notice the level of chocolate consumption; so far as he's concerned, this may well be her first. Mind you, that's not what he's looking at when he sits down, so he may have missed it entirely.

"Elizabeth. Good evening," he says with a bit of a smile. "How've you been"

[doctor-weir.livejournal.com]

"I am," munch "...excellent." Holding the candy bar out to the Brigadier, "Want to try some? It's delicious."

[fiveroundsrapid.livejournal.com]

"Thank you, no. Haven't had my supper yet." He taps the Bar surface meaningfully. "You do seem to be in a much better mood today than you'd been of late. Anything in particular happen to change that?"

[doctor-weir.livejournal.com]

Shrugging, "I just woke up this morning and didn't feel like letting opportunities pass me by. I've already done enough of that since I've been here."

Looking at the Brigadier, chin propped in one hand, "Did you ever have a nickname as a kid?"

[fiveroundsrapid.livejournal.com]

"Fair enough, I suppose-"

The question takes him by surprise; he blinks a few times in startlement. "Do you know, I'm not certain I remember. I suppose I must've done, but I can't for the life of me recall...." He shakes his head just the slightest bit. "Now watch. You're going to have me digging for one half the night."

[doctor-weir.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth laughs brightly, and her dark curls fall towards her face even though she doesn't move to push them back.

"I have very high concerns that you were 'Al' as a child. I was always 'Lizzie' and hated it. 'Beth' is alright, but no one I knew ever got around to calling me that..."

[fiveroundsrapid.livejournal.com]

"Good God, no!" Lethbridge-Stewart exclaims. "I'm certain I'd remember that. No, it was one of those inexplicable ones if it was anything-"

He stops, wincing as memory comes back to him.

"Oh, yes, I remember now. It was Uncle Arthur's fault, really. I don't know who overheard him calling me Squibs for the first time, but by the end of the week every other lad in the area was using that instead of my name."

[doctor-weir.livejournal.com]

"..."

Elizabeth doesn't snort.

Really.

She just makes bubbles in her root beer that she picks up to sip very quickly.

When she sits the glass down again, then she snorts.

[fiveroundsrapid.livejournal.com]

"Yes, well..."

He just shakes his head.

"Not much I can do about it now, is there."

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Sheppard comes wandering down into the main bar in a disgruntled sort of mood; this is a fairly common thing for him whenever he's Bound.

But the sight of Elizabeth looking actually rather cheerful is a good, if unexpected thing. Raising an eyebrow, Sheppard decides to make his way over to her. Maybe she's got some sort of news?

"I miss something good?"

[doctor-weir.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth shrugs. "Not so much. Besides the fact this root beer is awesome."

There are several things, here:
1. Since when did Elizabeth start using the word 'awesome'?
2. Why is she dipping her chocolate bar in her drink?

Holding the chocolate bar out, "Want some?"

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

'Awesome' is definitely a new and strange thing to hear coming from Elizabeth. The eyebrow remains raised, but he finally decides to shrug it off-maybe it only shows up when she's got really good news.

Like, say, a certain Wraith getting taken down by security. Or being blown up.

As for the chocolate...well, Sheppard is hungry. "Sure. Moving up from twizzlers?"

[doctor-weir.livejournal.com]

Shrugging seems to be the best way to respond to anything, at the moment.

"The chocolate was free, and sometimes? A girl just needs a candy bar."

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

"A distraction's a distraction," he says with a shrug of his own. "But the music seems to be pretty good at being distracting, too. When'd that start?"

For a moment, he looks alarmed and glances around the bar. "Don't tell me we're singing again. Because if we are then I'm going to make a run for the gate."

[doctor-weir.livejournal.com]

Sitting up and far too perky;

"Didn't know you sang, Johnny."

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

"I don't, not unless the whole bar is going insane and deciding make up musica...did you just call me 'Johnny'?"

Apparently, that's sufficiently non-Elizabeth like to derail his train of thought.

[doctor-weir.livejournal.com]

"Glad you caught onto that one, Colonel," Elizabeth straightens, still with the same smirk. "Those situational-awareness classes are finally kicking in."



"What's wrong with calling you Johnny?"

[seeks-sixfinger.livejournal.com]

From a bit further down the bar, a dark-haired man with a sword gives her a smile and a nod.

He wears the sword like he knows what to do with it; in fact, his whole attitude is both relaxed and confident--one might go so far as to say cocky.

[doctor-weir.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth's used to cocky.

"I haven't seen too many guests here with swords," she notes aloud.

An opening, to be ignored or not. She's just as happy with her root beer.

[seeks-sixfinger.livejournal.com]

"I have seen many more without than with, myself," Inigo agrees. "But I am rarely without mine," he adds, patting the hilt with clear fondness.

[doctor-weir.livejournal.com]

"It is a beautiful thing," Elizabeth compliments openly, following the twist of the hilt and handguard with her eyes for a moment.

"Are you new here? I still am, so I'm not familiar with too many people around."

[seeks-sixfinger.livejournal.com]

Inigo looks pleased, and just a bit smug, when she praises the sword. At her question, he shakes his head. "No, I have been coming here quite some time."

He gives a slightly theatrical half bow. "Inigo Montoya, of Spain. And you?"

[doctor-weir.livejournal.com]

Spain!

In the best Castilian accent she can muster, "[Maybe I'll get some practice in in this place. Finally.]"

[seeks-sixfinger.livejournal.com]

Inigo smiles, and replies in Spanish as well. "You seem to speak it well enough, practice or no."

[doctor-weir.livejournal.com]

"[I don't have a chance to do it very often.]"

Switching back to English, "Most of the time I'm translating Latin or arguing in English. It's nice to have the change of pace sometimes."