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[almosthonorable]

A cowboy walks into a bar.

Only when said cowboy orders his usual whiskey, he gets a little something extra.

(Or, you know, a lot something extra.)

Bewildered beyond measure (and now HATLESS, WHUT) Ben's on a stool.




-- playing with a spyglass.



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[ ooc: intermittent and sudden slowtimes guaranteed thanks to a design project, but guys. guys. i couldn't resist. i will tag like a tagging thing as i'm able, i assure y'all! ]

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[almosthonorable]

He finally lowers the spyglass.

And shakes his head, short and suddenly solemn.

"Wasn't my idea."

[walking_napalm]

"You mean you didn't join up with the British Royal Navy?" She smiles; starts folding up the paper (it's the National Enquirer; the cover has a fuzzy picture of something furry and three-headed). "I'm shocked."

In the way where she isn't, at all.

[almosthonorable]

"Careful, just-Liz, or I'm gonna think you're mockin' me."

Says the faux-pirate still fiddling with his spyglass while he squints at the tabloid.

[walking_napalm]

"The wig is a nice touch, too," she tells him, and she's grinning outright now, setting the Enquirer on the bar.

[almosthonorable]

Wig?

" -- wig?"

Ben pulls a lock of blondish hair from his ponytail.

Indignantly, "It's my hair."

A beat.

"Well, ain't my usual, but — "

A put-upon sigh as Ben deflates a little.

"And my hat's gone. Think Miss Bar might be holdin' it for ransom."

[walking_napalm]

"What did you do to her?" she asks, pragmatically.

And still extremely amused.

[almosthonorable]

"Just-Liz, I ain't been here as long as some, but I know enough not to upset the lady."

A beat as he glances at the bartop.

"Think I liked the ponies better."

[walking_napalm]

She squints at him, a little, at the 'ponies' comment -- but she lets it go.

"I've been told she likes holidays and costumes," Liz says, not entirely unsympathetic. "You'll probably get your hat back."

[almosthonorable]

Bar, possibly noting Liz's puzzlement, helpfully offers a book in explanation.

"Hope so."

Solemn Ben is solemn, even in the wake of the pony-related surprise by Liz's elbow.

[walking_napalm]

Liz stares, for a minute, at the sparkly pony disclosure.

Then she says, "You know, maybe it was closed-minded of me, but I never would have taken you for a My Little Pony fan."

[almosthonorable]

Sadly, "You don't know me at all. All this time, I thought you cared ... "

[walking_napalm]

She rolls her eyes, but not in a way where it's especially cranky. "Yeah," she says. "All that bonding over guns and black hats, it was a lie."