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[fanofthegenre]

When the door shows up for Beckett for the second day in a row, it comes as a bit of a surprise to her, but she heads toward the bar without hesitation, hoping to at least get a cup of decaf out of the deal.

Instead of a cup, a napkin appears in front of her. She reads it with a frown.

"Really?"

Another napkin appears. Beckett reads that one, too.

"Alright," she finally agrees, shoulders sagging in surrender, and slides under the bar to set everything up.

"Just so you know, I'm not very good at--" A third napkin appears and interrupts her. "Fine. But you're going to have to help me."

The specials board immediately changes to a list with Bar's handwriting:

HAPPY HOUR

Cop Car
E Pluribus Unum
Holly Golightly

Beer, wine and other mixed drinks available upon request.

Beckett's eyes read over the list and she makes a face.

"Funny."

A fourth napkin appears: this one with just a smiling face drawn on.

[tiny first time bartender tag: kate beckett]

Comments

[fanofthegenre]

"That sort of thing happen often in your line of work? Here I thought it was way more common to happen to me." Beckett smiles slowly.

[diehard_daniel]

"Oh god, you wouldn't believe some of the things I've seen," said Daniel, "I've died at least three times."

[fanofthegenre]

"Died," Beckett repeats. "For... long periods of time?"

[diehard_daniel]

"Well the first time it was from a weapon's blast, I woke up in an alien regeneration device," explained Daniel, "That was my first time off world."

He suddenly sobered up a little, a memory of his wife. He pursed his lips.

[fanofthegenre]

She looks over, noticing the shift in his expression, and her brow furrows slightly.

"If it's too hard for you to talk about it, you don't have to."

[diehard_daniel]

He nodded.

"I was married once," he said, "She died about ten years ago."

And that was that, he wasn't about to go too much farther. He might tell her about it if he gets to know her better.

[fanofthegenre]

"I've lost someone too," Beckett confesses, before she realizes the words are coming out. "My mother. She died... a while ago."

Died does sound a little better than murdered, at least, and she doesn't want to get into those details right now, either.

[diehard_daniel]

"Um, I think I need some air," he said, "I'll see you here on Thursday then?"

He's still getting over his wife. Damn Goa'uld.

[fanofthegenre]

"Of course," she replies, looking down at her hands.

[diehard_daniel]

You know, if she can get away, he might not mind her company, but he doesn't know that.

He tried to smile.

"I'll see you then," he said, "If you need to get a hold of me leave a note with Bar, she's good at getting them to the right people."

He patted Bar affectionately.