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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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"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."

Asher laughs.

"You are young, Lorne, do not think otherwise. When you have seen six centuries pass, then you may bemoan your youth passing."

One of Lorne's eyebrows shoots up, but he's seen stranger things in Milliways.

"Not what I was thinking, actually. Though I'm not as young as I used to be."

"None of us are, in our minds, at least." He shrugs.

"And what were you thinking, then?" He cocks his head.

He smirks. "Well...I'm not getting any younger, and Jack's not getting any older. It's...weird sometimes. He doesn't mind, but sometimes I do."

"Was he younger than you, when he died?" Asher, of course, has the same problem in reverse. Nathaniel will age slower, as a lycanthrope, but he will still grow older and die.

"A little, yeah," Lorne says. "But it gets more every year, and someday..."

Someday Lorne will die, and he has no guarantee he'll end up here when he does.

"If you live your life waiting for 'someday', it will arrive, and you will curse the life you wasted." Asher points out.