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milliways_bar2009-10-26 06:43 pm
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The door opens, and Donovan walks into the bar, backwards, talking on a big marrow-bone-sized late 1990s cell phone.
He stares at it when the other side doesn't answer, and only then realises he has stumbled into Milliways, and not where he was expecting to go.
He puts the phone away, sits on a bar stool, and flops dramatically over the bar herself for a moment.
"Oh, hi, glad to be back. It's hell out there," he murmurs to the long piece of sentient wood.
Then, he sits up straight. "A glass of tequila, neat, please!"
He stares at it when the other side doesn't answer, and only then realises he has stumbled into Milliways, and not where he was expecting to go.
He puts the phone away, sits on a bar stool, and flops dramatically over the bar herself for a moment.
"Oh, hi, glad to be back. It's hell out there," he murmurs to the long piece of sentient wood.
Then, he sits up straight. "A glass of tequila, neat, please!"
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Cuddy might've deduced as much, what with him and this woman being in two separate places.
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At home, Donovan can't talk openly about what he is; here, he can.