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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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[k_in_black]

"Planning on spending some more time back home?"

"Maybe without so much getting shot at?"


K could understand a man coming up with a plan like that.

[scurlock]

"I'm hoping to buy some land up in Colorado," he says. "I ain't wanted in Colorado, and well, it's goin' pretty cheap at the moment. Get myself some property, good honest work...that don't involve gettin' shot at."

And well. Her.

A small smile.

"Make myself a home. Don't got one, now."

[k_in_black]

"What the West was all about, right? Give a man a chance to make a home wherever he has a mind to."

He holds up his bourbon. "And here's to your past staying past while you're there."

[scurlock]

The rootbeer's gone, so he taps the bartop gently. She gives him bourbon, which he lifts in a sort of toast to match K.

"Amen."

[k_in_black]

There's a moment of silence out of respect for the bourbon.

Mmmm. Bourbon.

"I might just take you up on that sooner than you'd think. After the next mission, I think I'm going to need some time off."

[scurlock]

"What're you doing, next?"

A beat.

"If you can tell me, of course."

[k_in_black]

"Prank War."

After a pause, K looks over at Doc.

"Here's the deal. One star system with two planets. Two races, the uptight Krylians and the in-your-face Annelids."

"Every couple of decades both planets get themselves into a Prank War. Whoopie cushions. Joybuzzers. Stink bombs. Everything you can imagine and then some. Every time the War goes on until it well and truly goes Too Far."

"And it's the bureau's job to try to get both sides to agree to a truce."

K has the look of a guy who expects to get an unknown, but very large, number of serious headaches before that happens.

[scurlock]

...



He has another sip of bourbon, and then another, while letting that process.

Whoopie cushion? Joybuzzer? Krylians and Annelids?

Christ.

"Sounds like you're gonna need a hell of a vacation."

[k_in_black]

"You can see why getting the hell away to a ranch with more cattle and horses than aliens might appeal."

Oh, he'll head back to MiB HQ soon enough after that. But sometimes even a Man in Black needs to get away from it all. Especially when that 'all' is the rest of the galaxy.

[scurlock]

"Ah, yeah. I can."

He nods slightly.

"Your other friend, he seems like he could use a vacation too, but I don't think cattle and horses would be his idea of a relaxing time."

[k_in_black]

K smirks. "No."

"I think Zed's idea of fun would involve blowing up a planet or two just to make sure they wouldn't bother him anymore.

"Probably best for everybody the man doesn't usually take vacations."

The more K thinks about it, the more this idea appeals to him. Getting to see the West decades before Roswell, before the fly-bys and Grays buzzing tourists. Hell, it probably would be the best kind of getaway.