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There was a huge serious reason that King never let himself be tied down in any sort of relationship and the woman he had just met was why. Words couldn't describe how she irked him! Okay so she wasn't quite on the same level as Danica was, but that was beside the point and one he'd be willing to argue! After they had parted ways Hannibal had set himself back to trying to sort through the paperwork that Lam had helped him drop on the floor. Smart people didn't just stand in doorways. It was like pushing on a door that read pull. Hannibal was just thankful that he wasn't under her care as far as the doctoring thing went.

Do no harm his rear! How many times had she ended up hitting him with something? Light help him the woman was mean. Yet he couldn't stop himself from thinking about her.

Grumbling under his breath the Hunter tried to get back to sorting through all the documentation that he'd managed to sneak away from Sommerfield's desk for Arcade. Just from the fact that she was going to see corners bent on the paper that she hadn't done herself was going to get his rear handed to him. If she ever found out that was- but, knowing his luck, all the blame was going to be placed on his head anyway. "Bar, sweetie, are you sure there's no way you can help me not get in trouble when I go back to the hideout?" His only response was a piece of paper with a ':P' face on it.

Yep. King was doomed and he blamed it all on Doctor Carolyn Lam.

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Yes, well. Doom was a funny thing. There always seemed to be more of it to go around, at least in Freeside. Which was part of why Arcade came to Milliways; it was nice to get some reading done or some chess practice in without the sound of shattering glass and children scampering after giant rats.

Then again, there could be a face he recognized, too. That made for a change.

Or a sudden string of curses enough to make a sailor blush coming from the bar area?

Anything was possible in Milliways.

"Bar. Seriously. Throw me a bone here? Or do you just like to see me have my backside handed to me on various occasions?" Looking at the stacks of paper infront of him, Hannibal sighed as he saw one of the stacks vanish then reappear with the same little note with the same little face on it. She did like seeing him get beat up! "Now while I do appreciate a little roughness in my life, this is uncalled for."

"You know, I was going to comment just now, but I'm starting to wonder if I shouldn't leave you to work this out between the two of you," says Arcade as he approaches the Bar. "Dare I even ask what prompted this particular conflict?"

Heeeeeey it was the person he had come in looking for! Then had run in to Doctor Lam and things had gone south from there. Hannibal gave a little smirk as he motioned to the various paper stacks infront of him having no idea what was what but knowing they went in some order. "Do you want the long story or the short one? Both are going to end with me getting my backsided handed to me by a blind scientist."

"Oh, go ahead and give me the long version," says Arcade. He settles in one of the stools and signals for a drink, winding up with some form of whiskey he doesn't entirely recognize and doesn't especially mind. "I might as well hear whatever details you've got."

"Okay. Long version."

Setting the paperwork down with a sigh the Hunter scrubbed at the back of his neck. "Was coming in with all this stuff to pass on to you that Sommerfield had gathered when this... thing of a person decided to stand in the door." Was thing even proper? Hannibal wasn't sure even how to start describing Lam!

"She calls herself a doctor, but I've never seen a doctor that vexing before or like to hit someone so much." As he talked his hands moved not really flailing about but close to it. The woman irked him. "Didn't even offer to help pick them up before she started going off on me. She's worse than Blade and that's saying something."

"Oh, you'd be surprised how cranky doctors can get," said Arcade. "I mean, sure, you think they're friendly and personable to start with, or at least totally professional in a detached turn-your-head-and-cough kind of way, but when it comes right down to it, you're still talking about somebody who's been up to his or her elbows in at least one person they literally carved open from groin to clavicle. The oaths are just there to keep them from giving in to the urge to put that kind of knowledge to use on the field of vengeance."

"That being said, I don't recall you mentioning anybody named Blade before. Assuming that's a person and not an organization of some kind."

"You look like you're having a bad night."

Kate's not having such a good night herself. Guppy's sure she's come down with this 'hallucinogenic flu' that's been going around, and while she spent most of the morning and afternoon in pigtails, she's let them down tonight. She's nursing a dirty martini and wearing something ... well, something the cowgirl would never wear otherwise.

[ooc: Do you mind a slightly risqué case of the IMDb Flu tagging you, a la Scarlett from The Badge?]

[ooc: There is no minding at all! King approves XD]

"If you call having a blind scientist about to kick my arse then, yes, bad ni-" Whatever Hannibal was going to say was cut off as he looked away from the papers in his hand towards the woman who had spoken to him. Well hello, nurse! Sure she might have been a little older than the women that he generally flirted with, but was that honestly going to stop him now? Nope. No it wasn't.

Hannibal put on his best grin as he shifted the papers in his hands a little. "New 'friend' decided that I didn't exactly need to keep all these in order or else I had to much time on my hands. Needless to say Bar is finding it all amusing."

She tics an eyebrow at his reaction, but smiles all the same. She gets that a lot.

"New friend, huh?"

She looks a little older than she actually is, especially with this fever, but she has the body of a woman in her prime.

"I don't think getting your ass kicked by a blind scientist is something you want to go around telling people about," she says with a wink.

"Sadly it's a common thing when I go messing with things I shouldn't be touching. Or allowing her munchkin to stay up with me to watch Leno." One glance was spared at the paperwork scattered about the countertop before he gave it a little dismissive wave of his hand. Maybe if he pouted enough Bar would take pity on him and fix it for him.

At the new friend comment he simply rolled his shoulders, giving one heavy sigh as he did so. "As much a friend as an ingrown toenail is. Apparently it's all the rage for people to stand in doorways now."

Maybe that's it, but it's not going to stop Hannibal from trying to make at least one good impression this evening with the lovely lady. Having a moment to get Carolyn off his mind was going to be more than a little welcomed until his little problem with the papers was fixed. "I don't think I've seen you around here before. Name's Hannibal King though most people just call me King."

"You didn't mention she was a mom. That's your first mistake; you don't screw with someone who's been through labor. It makes them mean."

She takes a sip from her martini, quirking her head to the side at the comment about doorways. Obviously that's a story for later.

"Scarlett," she chuckles, leaning forward to shake his hand. "I don't think I've seen you, either. But most of the time I'm not really looking."