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Ben Driscoll is not covered in blood today. He's wearing a decent suit and a decent tie and an expression that if looks could kill would be considered a WMD.

Striding foreward he hits a chair and, engraged, kicks it to the side before dropping into a seat fuming.

A wait rat scurries close before moving stealthily away, "...Good thing fella." Ben growls, "Otherwise you and I might have more fucking words to exchange."

Leaning back he watches his door, but his eyes are on the patrons. Watching, laughing, talking...and looking for any signs of that emotionless he saw today.

Please excuse him if he's staring at you.

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Staring is fine. It's when said staring is done by a certain psychotic ex-boyfriend that Ajedrez is troubled with it.

Currently, the Mexican woman is reading a book. Due to the frown on her face, she and the book are having serious disagreements.

Is that the one he thinks it is?

"...She dies at the end."

It's growled low enough that only he can hear it (he thinks?) before watching the figure mutely. At least she's got an expression on.

There is something muttered in Spanish, low and dark and 'we are not scum', before she glances up.

"Wrong genre, senor."

"That's not- Insert random booktitle here?-"

He leans up out of his chair to stare more directly at it.

She holds the book (http://www.amazon.com/Merger-Conglomeration-International-Organized-Crime/dp/1585670308) up.

"Bond?"

"I-"

And Ben remembers A certain overly friendly pregnant woman (http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/17940839.html?thread=749663335#t749663335)

He sighs, "God this is going to get old after a while-no. Ben Driscoll. Doctor Benjamin Driscoll. No relation."

He smiles widely. They could just be twins couldn't they?

"Oh. Fucking Milliways. I had something like that, only it wasn't her that appeared her, but her ex-boyfriend. You'll get used to it."

Somewhere Johnny Blaze is crying emo tears.

"....Kind of nice to know I'm not the only one. Although being compared to James Bond has been....interesting to say the least. I take it you know him too?"

She hasn't seen Johnny Blaze for a while, and is currently very annoyed with him. Feeling vaguely jilted. And all of that fun stuff.

"Yeah, I do. Like him."

"I'll try to live up to the appearance then." Ben says with a snort, "That seems to be the general impression of the guy."

Don't get him wrong, it's nice to meet new people and all but just once he'd like to make friends on his own and not see the disappointment in other people's eyes.

"...'yet to meet the guy however."

"He's...in and out a bit. He should be around at some point, if you are the curious."

Personally, she'd think it'd be beyond weird and right into surreal to meet Roxanne, but that's just her.

SOMEDAY.

"...I'll be sure to avoid those days at all costs. Dopplegangers happen alot?"

"Enough to be mentioned in Milliways Lore, not enough that it happens every week."

"That's disconcerting."

He almost wishes he had a drink to sip, "Scientists hypothesize that we're running out of usable genetic material."

"So it leads to twins?"

"well." Ben says, "They say that we've already got dopplegangers out there. There are all sorts of legends of people who meet their exact doubles on the street and end up having horrible things to happen to them."

"Statistically that's a high impossibility, but the potential's still there. Did you know that there are more instances of people having twins then being single births? OB GYNs have reported seeing "Ghost Twins" in wombs of expectant mothers. Material that just...never developed."

"...Of course this is all unsubstantiated."

Careful who you stare at, some patrons have a tendency to stare back. Some of them even look fairly emotionless.

Ryan arches an eyebrow at the Bond look-alike after a subtle scent check.

Ben stares back, "I'm not who you think I am."

Sometimes you can just Tell.

"I know," Ryan answers coolly, one brow still arched. Bond knows better than to hold eye contact with him.

His head tilts slightly, waiting. Usually when humans stare like that, they have a reason.

Ben is reading his emotionless all wrong, that's why. After a moment however the eye-contact breaks and Ben shakes his head, "....S'getting a bit offputting to tell you the truth. almost wish I could meet the man myself."

"Don't mistake him for the American version," Ryan offers. You have two dopplegangers, Ben! Aren't you lucky?

"That one is Alex West. I'm Captain Richard Ryan, by the way." He's still wondering why Ben was staring.

"Doctor Benjamin Driscoll." Ben extends his hand and stares, abruptly, at the table, "...Sorry, it's been-well it's been a day."

Ryan leans forward to shake, and get a good whiff of the man, before settling back into his chair.

"Rough day at the hospital?" Ryan inquires, still not all that animated. Mostly he's testing to see if outside hospitals smell like the infirmary here.

Alex is in a pleasant mood when he strolls into the bar this evening. Well, it was afternoon outside, but he supposes it is evening now (as that's when Happy Hour is and that's when he usually ends up at Bar) or something close to it.

"God, good to be back."

He asks a waitrat for a beer and wanders his way past the table...oh, hey, look it's Bond. Or...

"You dye your hair or did Milliways decide to get really fucked up this afternoon?"

Ben does a doubletake, "...Bond I presume?"

This voice has a distinctly American twang to it that might go unnoticed. Then again, it might not.

"Nah, man. Alex. Alex West."

This voice also has an American tone to it, though it's not really a 'twang'.

"Bond's got shorter hair."

This is....Eerie.

Spooky even, "....So do you."

"I let mine do whatever. Bond styles his better than I do but I'm sure he can afford to pay someone to cut it."

He shrugs.

"At least we can tell each other apart?"

Ben's expression is somewhere along the lines of, I don't think anyone would confuse you and I

It's a style thing, certainly.

"Probably for the best." he pauses, "What do you do? If I may ask."

"I'm an archaeologist."

Beat.

"Earth, year 2000. You?"

There is a vague degree of "I'm impressed" Raditating off of Ben. Guy didn't look it.

Ben's very traditional like that, "...Doctor. Earth 07."

There is an FBI agent semi-recumbent in a chair, leaning over a cup of hot, black coffee.. His attention is immediately drawn to the sound of a chair being kicked. It's not enough to really shock him, but it does raise an eyebrow and cause him to sigh a bit.

At the moment, he's feeling like he could do the same.

"Bad day?"

It's obviously a rhetorical question, but it hasn't stopped him before.

Ben's eyes automatically narrow and roll towards the door, "No. Fucking Cherry s'far as my day was concerned."

He drops into a chair, "It's always a bad day when you're serving the public."

Mulder eyes him carefully. Well, that's certainly obvious, from the man's entrance.

"People--they're the worst," he raises his coffee mug in a sort of mock toast, even though he's not toasting anything. He's just agreeing.

"What is it you do?"

"I'm a doctor."

Pause.

"Doubly annoyed because I'm a Pediatrician, which means I deal with children, who I don't mind, and their parents. Statistically, parents are twice as worse as children when it comes to medical procedures."

"But I also do a shift as an ER doctor, and people are never quite as stupid as they are after they've injured themselves or been injured in some way."

"Well, I can't relate to being a doctor, but I have the equally unfortunate pleasure of dealing with the public on a routine basis."

He pauses. "What's the dumbest self-inflicted injury you've ever seen?"

That requires thinking.

"..The two boys who had a fake lightsaber fight with florescent lighting were up there." Ben says, "...I also had a cop who blew off one of his toes because he panicked and fired his gun without taking it out of the holster. The criminal he was trying to shoot apparently assisted him in getting to the hospital."

More thinking, "There are the sexual escapades, but I usually shy away from those. I'm a Peds attending, children injured are never funny."

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