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A man sits at the bar, his dress shoes tucked under the beam of the stool he's currently perched upon. He's got a hell of a shiner and half a mind to believe the rumours now that he's got proof: lefties can throw a punch, and then can do it hard. His black bow tie is undone, lying limply around his neck. He's in deep discussion with Bar:
"No, that thing Hemingway said about drinking. You know what I'm talking about. 'Something something sober, you'd know better if you kept your mouth shut.' Come on, you've gotta' know this --" he leans forward, half imploring.
Bar produces a dry vodka martini and a copy of Bartlett's Familiar Quotations.
Rick Castle takes a sip of the martini and uses the Bartlett's as a coaster. "Succinct," he says, "Hemingway would have liked that."
[ short, declarative tiny tag : rick castle ; kate beckett ]
"No, that thing Hemingway said about drinking. You know what I'm talking about. 'Something something sober, you'd know better if you kept your mouth shut.' Come on, you've gotta' know this --" he leans forward, half imploring.
Bar produces a dry vodka martini and a copy of Bartlett's Familiar Quotations.
Rick Castle takes a sip of the martini and uses the Bartlett's as a coaster. "Succinct," he says, "Hemingway would have liked that."
[ short, declarative tiny tag : rick castle ; kate beckett ]
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"You should really put something on that," Beckett says, motioning to the impressive bruise blossoming around his eye.
A brief shifting on the stool, and she produces her badge from under the skirt of her dress, setting it on top of the bar. Don't even ask where that came from; she's got a gun somewhere in there too.
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"Come on, let me buy you a drink. I owe you one for the benefit."
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"You never did bring me my water," Beckett points out, frowning at his use of the martini glass.
"That's not going to work. Bar, an ice pack, please." One appears to the left of her, and she picks it up in a hand, nudging his arm down in order to press the cool bag against his eye - maybe a little too roughly.
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A single eyebrow arches (it hurts) when she suggests he's using the black eye as a lure. He removes the compress and holds up his martini glass, studying his reflection. "It looks pretty manly, doesn't it?" he asks. "Kind of says 'I'm a provider' and 'I'd let you tie me up if it so happened that you were into that kind of thing'."
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Her eyebrow mimics his eyebrow's upward movement and she shakes her head.
"Or a really weird kink that I want to know nothing about."
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Of course, Moist isn't sure if it is Captain Hammer yet (the black eye - and black tie, really - would appear to point to 'no'), but he thinks it's better to err on the side of 'oh hell no,' just in case.
(OOC: I hope this isn't too late; by the time I saw the post last night, I was too fried to tag in. Will be subject to slowtime this afternoon, but... yes.)
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"How ya' doin?"
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But... maybe it's not. Captain Hammer is never uncertain. So maybe he's worried about nothing, but... still erring on the side of 'oh hell no.'
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Surely a pummeling would have ensued by now.
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"But if you feel like getting me another drink, I won't stop you. It's just water."
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"Bill, when will you be ready to go to the wedding?" he asked.
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He's been here a while.
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"Sorry. Rick Castle. New York, one-oh-one-one-nine." He nods to the harp. "I like your lyre. Very Renn Faire. 'You ever get a taxi wearing that thing?"
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"It is not a liar" said Tegid a little put off. THe sound of his actual language could be heard from under the translation provided by bar. "This is my harp. What is a Taxi?"
Tegid may be a bard, he may be the chief bard of his Island, but he's been trapped here for a few seasons, and he's not above hitting someone at the moment.
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"Taxi?" he repeated dumbly, then decided a change of subject would be appropriate. "Buy you a drink?"
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"I am sorry, it has been a stressing time. Summer is almost upon us again," he looked behind him at the place where his door should be, "And yet I have no door. Do you come from a similar world to that of Bill Pardy?"
I'm sorry, he's still edgy. Part of it was the doppelganger plot that brought back the dreams from the Kingdom Hospital plot. And then there is the being stuck in Milliways thing, yeah.
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