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Lorne is...feeling out of sorts.

Which generally means it's time to take a break, so he's rather pleased to find himself in Milliways tonight. For a given value of 'pleased'.

The nice thing about Milliways, he figures, is that you can drink as much as you like, sleep off the hangover, and be back at work every bit as fresh as when you left.

So there's an Air Force major, at the bar, with a half-full pint of beer and two shots of tequila lined up.

tiny-soon-to-be-inebriated!tag: Evan Lorne

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"Lorne," he says, offering a hand to shake. It's one of those habits that several years in another galaxy should have broken him of, but hasn't. "Nice to meet you."

Asher shakes his hand, his skin perhaps a little on the cool side, but not enough to tip Lorne off to anything...odd.

"The pleasure is mine. May I buy you another drink?"

Lorne looks at the glasses in front of him and tosses back his last shot.

"Sure. I never turn down a free drink."

Asher tosses his credit card onto the bar, asking the Bar to wipe his balance clean, at the same time as ordering Lorne another round of drinks.

"And my usual, if you please," he adds, knowing that he cannot buy Lorne a drink and not have one himself - not without seeming rather odd. Hopefully, he can pass it off as a Bloody Mary.

Lorne barely glances at Asher's drink, sipping the beer in front of him instead.

"So where're you from?" he asks. "And when, I guess. Still forget to ask that sometimes."

"I come to the bar from St Louis, Missouri, in 1997," he murmurs, "though I was born in the Ardeche in France."

Lorne chuckles dryly. "Yeah, you don't sound like you're from Missouri."

Asher smiles faintly. "And for that I am eternally grateful." He shudders delicately. "There are worse accents, of course, but...well, I prefer my own, let us leave it at that."

Lorne smirks. "M'boyfriend's from Missouri. Always kinda liked his accent."

Asher shrugs an entirely gallic shrug, unconcerned that he may have offended Lorne - though, Lorne's smirk suggests that he does not.

"I am not a particular fan, though my partner is from St Louis, so I cannot say they are displeasing to my ear. Your boyfriend, does he come here, too?"

"Yup," Lorne says. "Lives here." He frowns. "Kind of. He's...um...dead."

"He is one of those bound to the bar?" Asher asks, nodding gently. "A friend of mine is the same - though he seems to like it here, and has grown happier than I think he ever was as a man."

Lorne nods. "Yeah. I used to think that too."

Asher cocks his head.

"Used to? Is he not as happy now?" Nosy Asher is nosy.

Lorne shrugs. "Y'know...I can't even tell anymore. Sometimes yes, sometimes no?"

Asher nods. "It must be difficult, to be unable to return home. What time is he from?" Asher lives in Missouri, after all, and if Lorne's boyfriend is homesick, perhaps a visit would help?

"1941," Lorne says. "I took him back once. Not to his home exactly, but Tennessee. And once to my home. Not the same really, I think."

"No, I imagine not. Much has changed since then," Asher murmurs, knowing well how different things are. Master vampires like Jean Claude may have moved with the times, opening strip clubs and bars and circuses to cater to America's love of the macabre, but for a European vampire like Asher, even fifty years can cause culture shock. He can only imagine what it would be like for a mortal.

Lorne nods. "Yep. Lots of changes. It's like a whole different world."

Which is, often, what the problem is. (If there is a problem. Sometimes he wonders if it's all in his head.) He and Jack come from completely different worlds.

"Yet you have this place to explore, together," Asher gestures to the Bar, sipping at his drink - a shade cooler than lukewarm now, even more unappetising.

"Does that not help?" He pushes the drink away, subtly.

"Yeah," Lorne says vaguely. "I mean...it's great here, you know? We built a cabin up the mountain, even." He jerks his thumb towards the back door.

Asher's eyebrows quirk up at that.

"Impressive. I am sure that took some time..."

"A couple months, yeah," Lorne says. He'd been Bound for much of the time, which made the work go a little faster.

"But worth it, no?"

"Sure," Lorne says. "I mean...yeah. Home away from home and all that."