First Entrance

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Hurley has been through a lot, lately. A lot.

So when, instead of entering his cave, he ends up at a bar, well... he thinks he's going crazy again.

"Oh dude, this is so not cool," he says to himself.

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[wiretapper.livejournal.com]

Harry Caul hadn't been in this bar for weeks.

He liked it that way.

But here it is, intercepting him again, and here he is, resigned, but on edge, and drinking a cold glass of Coke.

And possibly watching Hurley and trying (and failing) to be discreet about it.

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"Dude... could you be a little less creepy, please?" Hurley says.

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Harry blinks.

"Beg your pardon?" he says tepidly.

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"You're like... watching me," Hurley says.

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Harry diverts his gaze.

"No I'm not."

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"Dude, you totally were," Hurley says.

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"No I was -- "

This? Is a pointless argument.

Harry's sipping his Coke now kthnx.

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"Can I ask why?" Hurley says.

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"Why what?"

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"I mean, did you recognize me or somethin'?" Hurley asks.

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"No."

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"Right," Hurley says. "Um. Okay then, dude."

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Harry glances at Hurley, diverts his gaze, and -- drinks his Coke.

Real exciting guy, Harry Caul.

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"Just... please don't? I got enough problems as it is," Hurley says. "Mr... mustache guy."

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Harry nods. Doesn't give him a name. That would be telling.

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"Right. Ooookay," Hurley says. He goes back to his chicken.