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[k_in_black]

The Door swings open and in strides a familiar face who hasn't been seen lately. Agent K doesn't miss a step but he's smiling by the time he reaches Bar and takes a seat.

"Been a while, Darlin'," he says as he pats Bar and a bourbon appears before him.

He looks over his shoulder at the rest of the bar and shakes his head. "Still haven't blown themselves up yet. Will wonders never cease."



[tags: Bar, Darryl "Mother" Roskow]

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[gorgonfondness]

Mia was just closing up shop and taking The Pile with her when she passed by K and heard his statement.

"Not from lack of trying," she comments. "My husband nearly got a fireball to the face not too long ago."

She's still not sure if he deserved it or not. From the sound of things, both of them were being arrogant jerks.

[k_in_black]

"Now that's the kind of thing that can ruin a man's day."

"Some misunderstanding that got out of hand?"

[gorgonfondness]

"I imagine so. Since I wasn't the one behind the fireball, I don't rightly know. He does like to sulk, though."

He also knows that Mia is sympathetic towards him at times when others are not.

"And he does like to rile people up," she says, making sure her jewelry doesn't slip out of her hands. K might have to catch a stray Meribian pearl necklace or some dragon zirconia.

[k_in_black]

K does actually snag a Meribian necklace, actually, and he nearly has it back in her hands with one fluid motion when he stops and holds it up for a closer look.

"Now that looks familiar." He looks at Mia. "Should it?"

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

"We have got to get her out of there."

This from a luxuriously blonde lover fellow Agent who joins him shortly afterward. She's primarily focused on her MiBlackberry, and is currently tapping something into the keypad.

"Tanqueray and tonic," she then appends distractedly.

It's not clear whether the order is aimed at K, or Bar herself.

[k_in_black]

K opts to let Bar handle it, but he's ready to step in as needed.

"She's calling you every day, isn't she?"

No, K really doesn't need to ask who.

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

"Calling, texting, holographing," Agent β replies. She doesn't seem too put out. She looks up and smirks as a soft bleep announces the transmission of the latest missive between her and Agent L.

"I think she likes me."

[k_in_black]

K smirks. "I think she thinks you're a lifeline."

[yucca-isnt-porn.livejournal.com]

Here's another wonder.

Seems a certain conspiracy theorist is making his way out of the garage to get his midnight munchies, all without for the moment, noticing one of his enemies.

[k_in_black]

K glances up and smiles evilly.

"Darryl Roskow, as I live and breathe. C'mon over here, and let me buy you a drink."

Well, here's a chance for some entertainment conversation.

[yucca-isnt-porn.livejournal.com]

You ever see a cat jump up and flail at meeting another tom bigger than itself?

You ever see a grown man do the same thing?

Now you have.

Because there are few things in this universe that get his attention faster than his own name being spoken aloud, and nothing more than hearing it from one. Of. THEM.

[k_in_black]

"That mean you don't want a drink?"


'Cause Mother is getting the look of a man who really needs one.

For some reason.

Heh.

[mnt_mike]

Day isn't over yet.

Quips the napkin at K's left in a very tell-tale flowing script.

[k_in_black]

"Well, Darlin'," K replies after eyeing the napkin. "Depending on how you're counting, your days might never be done."

[scurlock]

[Totally millitimed to after Doc gets back.]


Doc is sitting a few stools over, sipping at a cold glass of rootbeer with ice in it, and he smiles a little at K's comment.

"That your general first statement all the time or is this evenin' just somethin' special, Agent?"

[k_in_black]

"Been away for a while, so being a little surprised just seemed natural."

"How's yourself, Doc?"

[scurlock]

"I'm all right. Been away for awhile myself," he admits. "Just got back tonight. It's good to see the place."

He has another sip of the drink before he sets it down. "How you been?"

[k_in_black]

K shrugs. "Little bit of this, little bit of that. No invasions, no planets gone missing. Could be worse."

"Biggest headache just now is a full-out Prank War between a couple of alien races. We'll need to rein that in before it gets even more out of hand. The galaxy can only spare so many whoopie cushions and cream pies."

[mything_person]

Jerry is following his current routine. Get up, check that he's not bound, get a meal. It's stage two that brings K to his attention and stage three that puts him nearby to speak.

"Not for lack of trying back home," he says, "I'm Jerry."

[k_in_black]

K smirks. "I know how that goes."

"Agent K." He puts out a hand.

"Sounds like you come from a place with a bit of excitement to it."

[mything_person]

Someone's universe has a certain movie in it. Someone also hasn't been to see a movie for years. Jerry's a book person.

"It didn't used to have quite as much," acknowledges Jerry as he takes K's hand, "Then we got an alien probe smacking into the Regenstein Library at the University of Chicago."

[k_in_black]

K nods, completely unsurprised by this. "Out by the Pile, huh?"

"That was the Dentazi back on my Earth. Ever figure out who it was on yours?"

[ushouldcwhatic.livejournal.com]

"Evening K," Johnny nodded to him from his seat by the bar.

[k_in_black]

"Mr. John Smith, always a pleasure. Why don't you take a load off and a Man in Black might just spot you a drink."

"How are things back home?"

[ushouldcwhatic.livejournal.com]

"Thank you, and it's over. Stillson's been stopped."