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Beauford Tannen, sometimes bartender, striding into the bar with a smirk on his face, it was a nice July day back home what did he have to worry about while he headed for the restroom.

Five years of not having it happen dull a man's senses, he realizes as something shifts around him the moment he passes the threshold.

"...no." There's a quick check to make sure he's still HIM...which he is...face, hands, gloved, but still his so that's some relief...

Until he looks down at the himself in the costume he's been thrust into.

"...oh fuck my life." He murmurs. "Dinah is going to kill me."

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William's gotten a little more used to his outfit though he wants his short hair back and stares at the woman coming out of the restroom,

"Miss, you lost?"

"...dear landlord. someday I will find you and shove a rabid badger up your ass for this." He murmurs before speaking calmly to the young man who just approached him.

"I'm fine, just...the Landlord having a bad sense of humor."

...that is a man's voice.

It is a man's voice and William swallows and tries to rearrange his thoughts,

"Yes, sir?"

"...Kid, tell me you're old enough for beer. I think I fucking need a drink for this." Beauford facepalms, stiffly walking towards the Bar. "No way i'm walking in gorram stilettos sober."

"Yeah, I am though looks like you might need a whiskey instead. You want a hand?"

William is now incredibly grateful that he only has odd hair to deal with.

"....yeah, my legs won't thank me when this wears off, but at least I don't have the threat of severe bodily harm like last year."

"What happened to you? This is the first time she's dressed me up and I know how to use the sword,"

As he's not sure of how to offer his hand to a lady who's a man, he just goes with what he knows and offers Beauford his arm.

"I got turned into a superhero from the 1930's...and he is a aptron of this establishment and already had one doppelganger attempt to take over his identity..." Beauford winces, and does make use of the arm. "He....wasn't really keen on finding another one here."

"That sounds painful. I got into a fight with a fellow who's actually a Musketeer last night, but he started it,"

His mother raised him well and he slows his steps so Beauford can lean on him.

"Thanks."

Beauford winces before they finally reach a barstool and carefully seats himself on it.

"...yeah this guy? He was way worse than a Musketeer, pugilist, fancy word for someone who is VERY good at fighting with his fists."

"Damn, and he wasn't understandin' about Halloween or Milliways?"

It takes him a few moments to arrange the sword around the stool but he gets it.

"He'd never really experience it before, and it wasn't until he tried ripping my mask off...which was bonded to my skin at the time...that he believed me."

"How badly did he mess you up? Bar, two whiskeys."

"My ribs hated me for days, and I ended up with one heck of a shiner."

Two shots of whiskey, one light, one dark appear on the Bar and Beauford reaches for the darker one.

William goes for the lighter one, "Were you able to talk with him after to clear things up?"

"Yeah, he wasn't happy about what happened, but since I didn't know who he was with the mask off, and I didn't even want to be in that shape...he apologized." Beauford shrugs before sipping once at his shot before downing it. "Not keen to run into him ever again though, to be honest."

"That's probably safest, Milliways keeps findin' new ways to be dangerous. No one had mentioned that dead people visit you in your dreams sometimes to me before,"

That's something he'd like to not repeat at least not with Charlie Prince.

"Well that doesn't happen to everybody..or publically where people can see it." Beauford taps his head gently. "Not something people are likely to discuss openly either, dreams."

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"No, course not,"

He takes another long drink as he feels foolish for bringing it up. The dream just unsettled him a good bit.

"...they're not all bad visitations and really...the phenomenon is not limited to happening in Milliways." Beauford adds, ordering another shot. "It's been known to happen to particularly sensitive individuals in multiple worlds...but with the walls between worlds already thin here..

Well, it's no short guess why it happens here so easily."

"Yeah, after all dead folks are walkin' around here,"

That's hard in another way but William's kind of used to it.

"And magic folks, and regular folks, and sometimes gods and demons too." Beauford nods sanguinely.

"...here's hoping Dinah doesn't kill me for ending up in her costume."

"Maybe she'll think you don't look that bad in it. You fooled me,"

After all it is Milliways.

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"....she's going to find this absolutely freaking hilarious." Beauford smirks. "Once she gets done being angry."

"Well, you ain't doin' it to insult her and didn't get to pick. Hopefully she won't be too angry. I mean everyone's feelin' like a fool today."

"Nice ass," says Catwoman from behind him.

...that was probably worth it for the full body cringe that comes on, before Beauford turns around.

"..."

Forgive him his brain is both trying to flee in shame and compliment the Catwoman on her costume.

Dinah gives him a wide, wicked grin, her hands on her hips.

"Been a long time since anyone rendered the Canary speechless."

"...there's no response to that which would keep me from imcriminating myself, is there?"

"Nope," she says merrily. "But your skin is saved by not looking better in the outfit than I do."

"...well thank Tobin's sainted balls for that much." He replies, trying to find at place to sit. "And thank God Jasil isn't here to see this."

"Why?" she asks, casually.

While stepping around him to the bar.

"...Dinah, you get three guesses as to why and one of them had better have something to do with the charity I told you about." He's wincing, because these kinds of shoes have never and will never be his friends.

"They met the goal."

At the bar, Dinah turns around and gives him a blank look.

"...remember, your last visit to Seattle?" Beauford tries. "I told you about the comedy drag night for charity, didn't I?"

"I remember," Dinah says. "I don't think it had anything to do with that outfit."

"No, but you and Jasil have the same mind, and peh is very good at shaving people while they're napping without waking them."

So he's not taking anymore naps after a long rush night inside of the club.

"Jasil's talking me in fishnets and a side-slit ballgown dress. So how you two think of the same thing I will never really know."

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