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The Bar is up by two intensely happy patrons: Roger and Pongo.

It's been a few weeks for them, but just a few days in Bar.

Anyone even remotely close to them will be able to feel the lovestruck vibes, and it sort of helps that Roger is singing a love song in an awfully dream-like state, and neither are walking in straight lines at all. They move with the sort of floaty grace that comes with cartoon characters being in love.

Both are also completely, soaking wet, and, in Roger's case, quite disheveled.

Neither even seem to notice that they're no longer in London, and neither particularly cares.

They really want to gush. Bother them, please.

[ ooc; My power cable's 'sploded. Be back tomorrow, hopefully! Tags open for as long as need be, because these pups really need some squee time. ]

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Miniver is nearby, with Kate, watching and giggling and suspecting more or less. Kate may or may not suspect a damn thing but she thinks Pongo looks awfully silly and is wiggling about with her tongue hanging out of her mouth in a sort of canine grin.

Pongo's the first to spot the pair.

Oh, hello Kate! he barks happily, bounding over. How are yoooouu, my dear girl?

Roger's quickly there as well, doing a small pirouette before landing in front on Miniver.

"The minutes have never gone by so slowly!" he laments, constantly changing his center of balance. "She's beeaaautiful," he says happily, laughing. "The most wonderful woman I have ever met. And, do you believe it, she owns a Dalmatian, too. It's, oh, it's perfect. She's perfect."

Pongo is more or less narrating the exact same to Kate.

Miniver playfully pushes Roger towards a chair, using only one finger, just to see if he'll topple over. He lets Kate down to wander around Pongo's feet. Her narrative might sound a bit like a 5-year-old scolding an adult for being overly silly. She's such a princess. Miniver, meanwhile, is still laughing.

"Tell me about her. Tell me all about her. Want a drink?"

He does.

Pongo is giving Kate mock nonplussed look, making dismissive noises every now and then.

"Oh, thank you for the offer, but I'd rather keep my mind - and my memories - clear."

He heaves a great sigh before continuing.

"Her name's Anita - she's just a couple of years younger than I am - the dog's named Perdita - about here," at this point, he draws a line with his right hand in the air to indicate her height, "the most gorgeous orange-brown hair, the fairest skin, sensible and smart as they come, works as a typist in the city - actually, I would like a glass of water.."

"Why don't I just get you a glass and you can wring out your clothes into it?" Miniver suggests, entirely without seriousness. "Wait here."

He pops off to the bar and returns with a glass of water and a couple of towels. He tosses one to Roger and kneels down to start drying off Pongo. Kate helps by sitting up and trying to lick Pongo's face dry.

"There, man, it's winter, you'll get pnumonia hangoing around here like that. "Hey, she sounds great. Chick with a spotty dog, how often does that come up? I'm happy for you, Roger."

Roger starts to respond with something like, 'Well, but my pants are wet, too, and that's indecent,' before Miniver leaves.

Accepting a towel with a nod of thanks, he starts with his head, brown-blonde hair immediately sticking every which way.

Pongo doesn't mention that licking technically wouldn't help get him dry.

"Thank you. Oh, you should meet her, you really should. So maybe the way that we met wasn't ideal, but my. It worked out! She's agreed to see me next week!"

~~Miniver would not object to Roger losing his pants, but that is neither here nor there...~~

"Good. Really, Roger, that's wonderful. So... should I ask why you two look like you just went for a dunk in the Hudson? No wait, London, that's the Thames, right?"

He keeps rubbing Pongo dry. Katie probably appreciates the opportunity to help. Also, she's terribly cute.

~~Roger remains blissfully unaware of the narration.~~

"Well, that has to do with the meeting," he says, a little sheepishly. "And it was just a pond. Pongo saw Anita and Perdita first, and chose to drag me in their direction. Once he reached them he got it into his head to use his leash to bind Anita and I's legs together, and, as balance is sort of impossible to maintain in those sorts of situations, we managed to fall into said pond."

Pongo's trying not to giggle at Kate.

That would ruin his manly image.

Not really.

~~Lucky for Roger, Miniver is no longer in the market for blonde Brits.~~

Kate is easy to giggle at. She's small and wrinkly and wiggles a lot.

Miniver laughs. "I've met people in ways just as strange. I think I might have been ON the lake when I met Draco. Well. The second time. The first time I didn't even learn his name. But... Oh, Moon's wolves pushed me out on the lake once, kind of. Never been pushed INTO the lake, though. I think you win for wettest introduction I've heard of." He grins at Roger, playing with Pongo's ears. He's about dried off the dog as much as he figures he can. "I take it your world's not in winter just now?"

Roger shakes his head.

"Beginning of spring."

Pongo whuffles contentedly, sticking his tongue out at Kate.

Kate pounces Pongo's nose!

"Not too cold, then. That's good. It's even getting cold in LA."

Pongo barks in surprise before allowing himself to be toppled over.

"No, not cold enough that I'd be worried about catching cold. What month is it for you?"

They might notice the Luke blinking at them, and grinning a bit. He has no idea why they're grinning, but that kind of glee can be infectious.

LUKE POUNCE.

By the time Pongo has pounced Luke, Roger's laughing, most definitely in high spirits.

"Luke! How're you?"

"I'm good," he says as he FLAILS UNDER POUNCE. "You're happy."

He's very observant.

"Very!" Roger confirms, as Pongo tries to lick Luke's face.

OMG PONGO LICKS HOW UNHYGIENIC

"Why?" inquires the Luke who is getting a free face wash.

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