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[ooc: Millitimed to after some OOMs that are still in the works]

Time was a funny thing when it came to Milliways. By all accounts George Luz wasn't expecting to find the door back to the bar so soon after jumping. Heck- they had been around Eindhoven, Holland for a day or two and encountered little resistance. It was nothing like when he first found the place when around Carentan, France. Regardless Luz couldn't help but grin from ear to ear upon finding his most fav place at the end of the universe.

Shifting his carbine against his shoulder, it clinks slightly with the radio on his back, and the rest of his gear almost seeming to weigh the man down. But that doesn't stop him as he quickly makes his way towards Bar. "Boy am I sure glad to see you," he says with the largest grin he can muster. "How's 'bout somethin nice to eat aside from these K-rations, doll? Surprise me."

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Look here's someone Luz knows though Will has a lightness to his step that Luz probably hasn't seen before and he just looks fascinated at all the gear,

"Good lord, sir, ye've a lot o'stuff."

With drink in hand the paratrooper is trying his best to shed some of the gear while not sitting the apple brandy down. The Dutch stuff was good but the Normandy brandy, so far, couldn't top it. Upon seeing Will (or hearing him for the first part) the radio man nearly choaks causeing him to set the glass down finally. "Will! Hey, pal- I was wonderin if you were still hangin around these parts."

Ploping his helmet from under his arm onto the nearest stool he offers his friend his hand. "Your door ever come back or are you still Bound?"

Will just looks confused but its nice to meet someone else who knows him,

"Truth to tell, sir, I 'avena a clue. Seem to 'ave forgotten who I am though lovely lady named Belle told me me name an some other details. Do ye know me, sir?"

George boggles. Eyes closeing and his head shaking slightly. "Um...Jesus Christ..." From a Warzone to something crazy like going on in the bar again. It was almost like being back home. "Yes, Will, I know you. Who else would have dared to sneak me a pack of smokes and a drink into the infirmary without being caught?"

And Luz is really greatful for that as well.

"What's going on? Why can't you remember?"

"I dinna know, just woke up an dinna 'member anythin'. That sounds nice o'me, glad we're such good friends though forgive me for na knowin' yer name."

For the briefest of seconds George actually contemplates playing an awful, awful prank on Will. But that is going to be reserved for Mr. Pardy should Luz ever find the man without his memories as well. "It's me...George Luz. Come on you gotta at least remember something.."

As if remembering he offers the half drunk glass of brandy to Will. "Here- drink this. Maybe get it out of your system or something."

"Been told things, Belle told me I'm from England an Captain Ryan told me I was a thief but Wellard told me I'm an outlaw. Belle says I'm a good man though Captain Ryan thought I was a cutthroat, tis confusin'."

This all comes out in a happy rush as Will drink the brandy.

"Well you are an outlaw but a good outlaw," Luz says dryly, taking up the other glass that appears infront of him replaceing the glass he's passed on to Will. "Just like I'm an invader...but of the good kind."

Snorting a laugh he shakes the rest of his gear off onto the floor and holds up his glass of brandy. "Here's to the outlaws and the invaders changing the world one glass at a time."

"Aye,"

Will raises his glass, "So where are ye invadin' an ye 'avena told me why ye 'ave all that stuff?"

"Well," Luz says after taking a drink, "it was kinda assumed at the beginning that you knew so." With a booted foot the radioman pokes at his gear enough to shift it slightly on the wooden floor. "The Germans say we are the invaders but we're freeing Holland right now from Hitler's war machine. This is all my gear since I'm in the Army and we don't got the luck the dog faces have."

At least it's an explination that Luz understands in his head.

"Aye, bein' in the army makes sense for all yer gear. Tis a lovely drink 'ere."

The brandy tastes wonderful and reminds Will of the lovely apple he had earlier today.

George just grins as he downs the 2nd glass of brandy finding it replaced with a third. Not that he's still slightly tipsy from the celebrations in Eindhoven or anything. "Yeah well we jump from planes. We don't have the jeeps and trucks like the regular infantry does."

"But ya! Who cares right? We're in the bar, we got good drinks, and all that shit is on the otherside of that door." Raising his glass again he drinks the drink wheezing slightly as he does so. "Okay that wasn't brandy.."

The drink is good and George is a lot of fun, so Will's enjoying drinking with him,

"Aye, what was it an did it taste good?"

"Whiskey." Coughing slightly he accepts the glass that appears next in a clear liquidy state. George eyes it carefully before taking a drink and his face souring up before coughing. "And fire water."

Then he gets a mean idea. "Ever try moonshine before, kid?"

"I dinna know, George but tis a lovely name."

And anyway what George is drinking smells good.

"Ohhh oh you need to try it. Here." Passing the glass of moonshine over to Will, Luz settles back against the bar with his hands behind his head. It's always fun to watch people trying it for the first time.

"You'll love it."

Will's trying everything for the first time today and takes a sip coughing at the heat down his throat,

"Bloody 'ell, bloody burns!"

Luz snarks a laugh, doubling over slightly and slaping his hand on the edge of the bar ar Will's reaction. "See...that," he says between laughs, "is why they call it 'fire water'."

"So Will...are there others that don't remember their names or anything too?"

Once Will's done coughing and glares at George,

"Aye, fair number o'us, lady named Mary is givn' out tags to 'elp folks. Though met folks who know me so been pickin' up information."

The glare meets an innocent smile that the paratrooper musters. Beaming actually.

"Ahh I see. Well I'm just fucking glad I missed this one ya know." Raising his own glass of what is now apple juice, he takes a drink not evening noticing what it is until..

He does a spit take across the bar.

"What other things 'ave 'appened that makes this so ordinary?"

Will is quietly sipping his drink again and finding its not that bad and laughs at the spittake.

"Yeah you'd have to ask Bill about some of it. He's been here longer than I have." George's face is contorted slightly as he wipes the applejuice from his face that he'd manage to make a mess with. Bar knew just how much he hated the stuff.

Scowling at the glass he sat it down carefully onto the countertop.

"What does Bill look like, will keep an eye out for 'im. What's wrong with what ye were drinkin'?"

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