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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 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."

"You do not seem...overly enthused with the idea." Asher murmurs a quiet 'thanks' as his drink is replaced by Bar, taking a sip and managing not to make a face.

Lorne shrugs. "I don't really live here, y'know. It's not like...white picket fences or anything."

"It can be," Asher murmurs, thinking of how idyllic the bar is, for him and Nathaniel especially, when compared to St Louis.

Lorne huffs out a laugh. "Yeah, not for us, I don't think."

"I do not believe many people get this...white picket fence. And yet so many Americans seem to aspire to it." Asher looks a little confused.

Lorne shrugs again. "It's what you're supposed to want, right? White picket fence, house in the suburbs, 2.7 kids, a dog, and a canary."

Asher blinks.

"Is it what you want? Whether you should or not, that is another question."

"I've known for a long time that wasn't for me," Lorne says.

He can equivocate even when more than slightly tipsy.

"Then you should not be bitter that you do not have it," Asher points out, sensibly.

Lorne smiles. It's a little wobbly, but then, so is he at this point.

"Never said I was bitter about that."

"You sound it," Asher remarks, not unkindly. "And you drink as if to forget."

"Well, 'm not," Lorne says. "And I drink to relax and not have to think about...anything."

Stress comes on both sides of the door for Lorne.

"Very well. Would you have me leave you to it?" Asher moves as if to stand.

"Hey, go, stay, whatever," Lorne says, shrugging. "Can't imagine I'm very good company."

"I have been in worse," Asher murmurs, sitting down again. "And indeed, have been worse myself." Call it Asher's good deed for the night, keeping Lorne company.

"Yeah, me too," Lorne says.

And then, because he's getting dangerously close to morose, "So you've got someone too, you said? What's he like?"

Asher nods, a hint of a smile lighting up his face.

"He is here, too. From my world, though he was bound until recently, I know not why. He is...young, and lovely." Smitten Asher is smitten.

Lorne gets a slightly wistful smile. "Young and lovely. Good combination, that."