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It's hard to say when They came in through the Door. Maybe They've been there all along. For Anonymity is Their name. Silence is Their native tongue. They are no longer part of the system. They are above the system. Over it. Beyond--.

No, wait.

You know it couldn't have been that long. Zed would have gone completely mental.

So: two Men in Black, sitting at Bar drinking bourbon.

One of them is growling.

...Yes, of course, it's that one.

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Ganymede is sitting near them, newly. He needs a new reed, and after having procured it and the glass of water to let it soak in, asks for a glass of Atlantean.

He likes it, though he can't drink much more than a few glasses. It is strong, if subtle.

(Rather not. Let's just say our pups don't mix well.)

There is a newbie at the bar. You can tell because she's eyeing everyone who walks by, wondering if they're from an alternate universe.

This is all entirely too Star Trek to bear.

Thus, the glass of wine. It's very good.

You have a point--snappy plus snappy could get bad.

K eyes the instantly recognizable glass (for someone who's been around here for a while).

"Never could get a taste for the stuff."

Zed would beg to differ with that.

Actually, he wouldn't beg. He'd just barge in with a fuckton of bile.

Fortunately(?), the newbie hasn't had the pleasure.

Yet.

There is an old friend approaching the bar with a new addition on her arm. An arm-waving giggly turquoise little addition.

"K, Zed, so nice to see you two."

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Yet. She's turned her glance at them, now. They're both a little too prosaic to be true. Annja would guess FBI if she was in the US.

Or if she was on Earth, even. This could be a problem for her instincts.

He glances up at the voice, surprised. "I...it is the only thing that will truly affect me, that the Bar has, my lord."

He's of course gotten quite inebriated from something he drank on Olympus once, but he can't quite remember what it was.

Zed doesn't grin very often. It tends to frighten people even more than when he roars. But Dot will have to chance that.

K's grin is much less unsettling. "Long time, Dot. Very long time, by the look of it. And who's this little guy?"

She's about three milliseconds from a Zed!growl when K decides to show mercy.

"Evening," he nods to the new face.

Zed, mildly disappointed, deflates back to his bourbon.

Well, we'll just chalk it up to Dot not knowing Zed all that well, aside from the fact that he runs a tight ship.

"This little lady is Mairi," Dot replies grinning back and lifting up one of the wiggling little arms. "Say 'Hi' to Zed and K."

The agents will just get that delighted baby babble, being able to look and see people like this is neat, especially since they don't show up on scans!

"Evening," Annja says, eyes hooded behind her lashes. "Sorry if I was staring. These aren't my usual stomping grounds."

K is intrigued. "That right?"

He puts out a hand. This might be someone worth meeting. "Name's K."

"It's when you stop staring that you know you're in trouble around here," K replies, exempting himself from that statement, of course, though not in a way the new kid would notice.

"And these aren't exactly anyone's home turf. Where're you from?"

Neither Man in Black is going to be found waving back right there in the open, but Mairi gets friendly grins just the same, which is a lot more than most people get.

K turns to Zed. "We're going to have to get Bob a cigar."

Zed grunts, amused.

"I am Ganymede, my lord." He's still a bit unsure of the whole handshake idea, but he does so, lightly.

It's worth noting that on a first look, or even a second in some cases, it can be difficult to tell whether he's an extraordinarily effeminate boy, or a tomboyish girl. Given that he's dropped the formal 'son of tros, prince of Troy' spiel, it might take asking.

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"Brooklyn, but I've been lead to believe that might not be specific enough, here." She takes a sip of her drink. "You?"

"And yours," K replies. Zed offers a neutral nod of hello as he sucks down more bourbon.

Actually, K isn't likely to ask. He's dealt regularly with at least three genderless alien races, several sentient clouds of gases, and at least one fifteen-gender plasma squid. He's long since learned to go with the flow.

"Been around the bar for long?"

Zed sits up straight and puts his glass down before swiveling around to eyeball the kid.

"Finally, somebody from somewhere worth a damn."

He puts out a mitt. "Agent Zed. MiB Headquarters, Manhattan."

"And by the way...thanks for the wedding gift." The two agents get a very thankful sideglance as she gets up onto a barstool and a glowing bottle of formula appears on the bartop, right next to a mug of crackly Cocoa. Little miss Mairi keeps babbling happily at both of the agents before getting plied to happyhungry silence sucking down the formula. "What's been new with you two lately?"

Someone else is just coming through the door, holding what looks like a compact mirror. This year's festival is over already, but it was so good it's already hard to let go.

It isn't long, however, before she recognizes her surroundings and happens to notice K. Surely he'll remember the woman with the interesting jewelry, right?

"K, long time no see," Mia says with a friendly wave.

"Not very, no. I am still getting used to it; it is vastly different from Olympus, my lord." He's relieved this one hasn't told him to drop the formalities. It's nice to have some sort of normalcy, in this place.

He smiles, though, at the returned pleasantry.

Annja is shaking his hand before that acronym sinks in. She gives them both a gimlet stare.

"You're serious?" Just because she's new here doesn't mean she's going to let just anyone pull one over on her.

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