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[callmemajor]

As is usual on this particular day, Lorne is somewhat subdued when he comes into the bar in his dress blues. He takes a seat on one of the stools, and before he can even ask for anything, two glasses of whiskey appear for him, along with a napkin with a sketch of a poppy on it.

"Thanks, sweetheart."



[ooc: Slows definite, but I had to get him in for Veteran's Day. :)]

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[trigger_man]

"Yeah, there was a whole other version of me that came in here for years, or so people have told me." Usually by running up to greet his as friend when he has no idea who the hell they are.

"Older version, I take it? Unless it was a younger version from another universe. Scary thing is that almost doesn't sound crazy anymore."

[callmemajor]

"Yeah, much older. Weird to get a little glimpse of how things could turn out." Even if he is pretty sure they won't turn out like that for him. If nothing else, keeping Sheppard around longer is bound to delay promotions for Lorne. Nobody wants to see Sheppard as a full bird Colonel, after all.

[trigger_man]

"Is it a way you'd want it to turn out?" Jack asks.

He's not sure he really wants to hear about any future selves that come in here.

[callmemajor]

Lorne thinks about that for a moment, then nods. "Yeah, I wouldn't mind it. I made general. That's something."

And if he had to have a desk job, he could do a lot worse than running the SGC.

[trigger_man]

"I take it he didn't give you a road map on how to get there from where you are," Jack says, his tone wry.

[callmemajor]

"I missed him completely, actually. That would've been something, huh? Meeting yourself?"