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[stilljustandrew]

The front door opens, and in steps Andrew Wells, hands in his pockets and shoulders slightly slumped.

He's got a note to leave -- but it turns out the intended recepient is already here.



After that conversation, Andrew finds himself in a somewhat better mood -- right up until he reads the note that's been left for him since he was last here.

He's sitting at the bar reading it. Feel free to interrupt him; it's not like the words have changed since the last three times he read it.




[ETA: Mun has gone to bed. Thread is open until it scrolls off the front page.]

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[stilljustandrew]

He can't help smiling. Garak always was one of his favorites.

"There's a joke about that," he says. "About a -- have you ever seen a horse? Or a picture of one?"

[betterthantruth.livejournal.com]

"I don't believe I have."

The blatant tone of amusement laced through his voice could be for any reason. Surely, he isn't lying just to see how Andrew would describe a horse. Of course he wouldn't.

[stilljustandrew]

Of course.

"It's, uh --" He turns to the bartop. "Bar? Can I get a copy of The Black Stallion? The edition the library had when I was a kid?"

The book appears; Andrew picks it up and holds it out, showing Garak the cover. "That's a horse."

[betterthantruth.livejournal.com]

And Garak, in turn, gives his new friend points for thinking on his feet. "Ahh. Quite the impressive creature.

"Please, do go on."

[stilljustandrew]

"So the joke goes: a horse walks into a bar, and the bartender says, 'Hey, why the long face?'"



:D?

[betterthantruth.livejournal.com]

... That's about as clever as asking a Ferengi why he has a wrinkled nose. Humans and their collective sense of humour, Garak will never begin to understand.

"I'm afraid I find that attempt at levity sadly lacking."

[stilljustandrew]

"It's a pun," Andrew says disconsolately.