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[miami-axe.livejournal.com]

Sam Axe has worn a lot of hats, over his life. Navy SEAL, spy, FBI, the lot.

Today, he wears the expression of a man who feels like he's died and gone to heaven.

Of course, he actually is thinking that literally, right now. Might as well enjoy it, he thinks.

He walks over to the bar (and that's the part that really makes him think it's actually heaven) and laughs.

"Come on! Saint John or Archangel Gabriel or whoever... what's it take to get a beer around here?"

When it appears in front of him, he grins. "Now that's what I call service," he says.

[tiny tag: Sam Axe]

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[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"You'll like him. A bit of a goofball, but capable and the sort who holds things together her. Lord knows how." One of the eternal mysteries, no doubt.

[miami-axe.livejournal.com]

"Definitely think I like him already," Sam says. "Remind me to buy you a drink, sometime."

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"I'll keep that in mind. I mentioned that you can run up a tab, right?

"Oh, and if you see a stunning blonde with really long hair behind the bar, that's Rapunzel. And she's taken." He has the sense that Sam is the sort who might be quick to spot such ladies.

[miami-axe.livejournal.com]

"Got it," Sam says. "I tend to stay away from the younger women, anyway."

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"You'd be surprised about her age," he says cryptically. "Anyway, I haven't seen her yet today. So I will be off. But it was good meeting you. Good luck getting used to the place."

[miami-axe.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," Sam says. "Real kindly of you."