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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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He raises an eyebrow. Running from trouble. It was one of the oldest angles in the book. His book. Well, any book. "Who's that?" he asks.

"Captain Hammer. I'm not sure he'd stick to the 'no business' thing."
...Of course, if Doc's within sight, he'd probably be the first target, but still.

"Captain Hammer? What is he, a carpenter you pissed off in another life?"

"...No. If you ask him, he's a hero."
Moist is one of a few people who questions the definition, though.

"He sounds a little into himself," Castle observes dubiously.

"More like a lot. And he's managed to drag just about everyone along for the ride."
Say what you will about him finally finding out what pain feels like, Moist still suspects more people like Captain Hammer than don't. And... well. There's the pummeling.

"Sounds like a villain," he admits, knocking back a healthy swig of his drink.

...ahahahahahaha. hahahaha. ha.
--Right, now that the narration's done laughing.
"Except... not so much, by official standards. I think that might have something to do with his good publicity."

"Ah," he says, suddenly understanding, "it's all about good press. Or bad press. Which is good press, although I've never exactly been sure how that's possible." He shrugs.

"I'm a writer. The minute the reviews start to tank, my publisher sends the book off to one of those hoity toity art rags in the suburbs. They're so far up themselves that they think any negative review means they're not trying hard enough. So --" he dusts his hands "-- back on top."

"Is that how they do that?"
...Okay, so it's not Captain Hammer, but the guy still seems to have more than the usual amount of ego. So it's not entirely unfamiliar.

"You ever read James Patterson?" he asks, then nods abruptly. "Yeah, that's how they do that."

"I don't get to read as much as I want. I'm kinda rough on books."
Especially paperbacks. They're usually soaked before he's twenty pages in.

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