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He was getting more and more tired of seeing...

He wasn't sure what, exactly, he was seeing. Maybe, he thought, he was fooling himself. Maybe he was just being paranoid as the time came closer and closer.

But maybe paranoia was worth it, too.

Either way, when he came into Milliways, he was wearing an outfit close to a suit - button-down shirt and a jacket and a tie, that he immediately loosened. Job interview clothes.

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Steve paused, then nodded - "Makes sense. My grandmother--" Hoo boy. "--Called me Stevie."

He grins tiredly. "Stevie it is. Fancy a cup of tea or anything?"

"Tea, coffee, soda, beer, you name it." Steve chuckled. "I've not seen you around before. ...Or I did and didn't notice; I'm a little oblivious sometimes."

"Well as I said, I've been here a while. But I work odd hours."

He goes over to the bar and orders tea plus whatever Steve's having.

"Are you new here?"

"I've been here a few times," Steve shrugged, "but not for long. I guess I'm kind of new." He ordered soda. Maybe caffeine would feel good.

"Well welcome to Milliways. Has someone shown you the ropes?"

"Probably, but I don't remember." He had a sip and glanced around. Same weird crowd, same weird place, same weird door that didn't go home, but didn't bother him. It wasn't made by his grandmother's hand. "Ropes?"

"Expression. I meant has someone explained the basics, told you the rules and stuff?"

"That's what I meant," he chuckled. "And yeah, I probably forgot. It's been a wild few weeks."

He holds up three fingers. "No outside business, like if you're a Bounty hunter you can't hunt here. No sex or nudity in the main bar, you need to take that to a room upstairs. And no violence in the bar, take it outside or risk the wrath of our highly efficient Security team."

"Nothing I have a single problem with. I don't have a job, so I can't do any business. I don't have a girlfriend, so the sex thing is out. And I'm really not a violent person." Steve nodded, sipped his soda. "Great, I'm in no danger at all. I can handle that."

A smile.

"Well I wouldn't say no danger, but that's a good start. Nowhere is completely safe."

He sips his tea. "What does your world have in terms of magic?"

"Uh. We have haunted houses at the least..." Steve offered. "I don't know about anything more than that. Haunted houses and psychics."

"Okay, well imagine all the stuff you've heard on books and tv and fairy stories and accept that more or less anything is possible, and you'll be just fine here."

[ooc: Sorry, Gmail didn't tell me. Also I need to go to bed now, slowtime?]

"After a house that tried to eat me, so far, I think I'm doing just fine in a bar at the end of the universe." Steve smiled and raised his glass to Guppy.

((That's fine. Have a good night!))

A raised eyebrow.

"Gosh, well yes, not much stranger than that. And you know about vampires and werewolves and things?"

"Buffy told me," he nodded. "She's a Slayer of some kind. You met her?"

Guppy shakes his head.

"Nope, I don't think so. I'd remember the name. I know another Slayer here though."

"More than one Slayer?" Steve's head tilted. "Who's that?"

"Faith. I don't know if she's the same world."

"Huh. I might remember something about her, but I'm not sure. I know I've not met her, though. I'll have to give it a try." He smiled. "So far, I've seen a lot of interesting people around here."

A smile.

"And I'm sure you'll meet a lot more."

He finishes his tea and gets up. "Anyway, I had better be off, I need to get back to work. Nice meeting you."

"Nice meeting you too," Steve agreed, and lifted his glass to Guppy. "Thanks."

"No problem, see you around."

He smiles and heads out of the door, with his paper.

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