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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 ]

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Tegid looked confused.

"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.

Castle raised his hands in defense. This guy looked like he could chew on a couple of bar stools and then still have enough of an appetite to come back for more. He was exactly the kind of character Castle had put into one of his earlier works, Storm Threat, which had Derek Storm going up against a wing of the IRA.

"Taxi?" he repeated dumbly, then decided a change of subject would be appropriate. "Buy you a drink?"

Tegid calmed down a bit and shook his head. He had his hands pressed on the surface of the bar.

"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.

"I don't know any Bill Pardy." He shrugged. "What's so bad about Summer?" He watched the harp -- and the man -- to make sure that both were handling themselves okay in the close confines of the bar.

"I have been here since the last summer here," said Tegid, "I have not been home since."

Tegid sighed, "I am Tegid Tathal, Penderwydd of Prydaine."

"That's a lot of vowels and consonants there, Tegid." He offered a hand to the bard. "Rick Castle. Been here less than a week. I assume you never get used to it."

Tegid smiled wryly at that, "Yes, you never get used to it."

"What's with the string accompaniment?" He nods in the direction of the harp.

"I am the chief bard," explained Tegid.

"Seriously?" Castle's a bit shocked by that. Not that he should be. The big harp on the guy's back should have been a dead giveaway. He didn't exactly expect bards to have lucrative careers in modern day Manhattan. "Does that pay well?"

He thinks this is Manhattan?

"Yes," said Tegid confused, "I don't know what you mean. A bard's song is welcome in every home."

"So you really just," he spread his hands, "make it up on the spot like that? Or do you have a system? I mean, if I asked you to make up a song about me, right now, off the cuff, could you do it?"

"It is not like that," snapped Tegid, "YOu are insulting and vulgar."

He ordered beer and the dark brew appeared in a bronze bowl.

"Do you speak like this to people from your own world?"

Insulting and vulgar. Well, he'd gotten worse. At least this guy had the decency to use words with more than a couple of syllables. Castle almost felt bad about stepping on the guy's big red toes. "Unless they're paying me not to," he said. "I'm a writer."

"Tell me Richard Castle, are you well liked?" asked Tegid standing from his stool, "For, I am surprised your head has kept company with your neck."

See what he did, Castle needs to somehow figure out that not everyone here is from Manhattan. Tegid's eyes burned with a fury that he had not experianced in a long time.

"Do you not know where you are?" asked Tegid, finally, "In this place there are far more dangerous than I. They will think little of breaking the rules here. Be warned."

Castle leveled two fingers at his brow and ticked them off in a 'will do' salute.

Tegid rolled his eyes and headed to a table to drink and watch the door.

He may apologize for being rude later.

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