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She smiles and nods.

" Please? My first week back was tiring. "

"I remember it well," he admits. "How about a white russian? Death seems to rate them very highly."

She shrugs, not really answering.

" What's in those again? "

A pause.

" Death? "

He rubs his chin as he considers. "Um... let's see... cream, kahlua, vodka, and nutmeg if I recall correctly."

"Heh. Yeah... Death's a regular here. She's seeing Raph... Mike's brother... except you might not recognize him as such because he isn't a turtle anymore." It all seems so matter of fact.

" mmm, Kahlua....that'll work I guess. "

Those names were familar...

" Wait, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles? " She looks surprised. Still can't get over that aspect of the bar.

"Ummm... I don't know if they're teenage... or mutant. But they seem to have pretty decent ninja skills. Mikey was showin' off with his nunchucks the other night. Pretty impressive."

He orders the drink and slides the resulting old fashioned glass down the counter.

"So... apart from the first week hell, how's life treatin' you?"

Right, 1940's, he wouldn't have known anyway.

" Alright, it's cold but that's normal. "

She takesa sip of the White Russian and smiles.

"Yummy. "

He casts an idle glance around the bar. "Mom not coming in tonight?"

Rory unconsciously echoes his searching when she asks.

" I don't know...haven't had the chance to talk to her tonight. "

There was a bit of concern in her voice, she really hadn't had a chance to talk to her mom privately for a while.

He seems a little disappointed. "Ah well... guess she has responsibilities outside here. I shouldn't be so needy," he smirks.

" Well, she does run an entire inn. But she'll pop in whenever she can. "

She smiles.

" When I was sick and at home she would do that, anytime she could. "

He nods a little ruefully and tosse sback the rest of his drink. The glass is quickly refilled once it's returned to the counter.

"Um... I guess it's kinda wierd to talk to your mom's boyfriend without her being here?"

She shrugs.

" Not really, she dated one of my teachers for a little while...years ago. But don't tell her I told you. "

She smiles, thinking about Luke as well, hell she saw him a lot and still talked with him.

"Oh well... crap... now I don't feel special anymore," he says with a fake pout.

" Anyone dating mymom is special. "

A bright smile and she takes another sip of the drink.

" Especially when they buy my alchohol. "

"Well thank you Rory. That's a lovely thing to say. I shall attempt to maintain my status," he says and promptly orders a frozen daquiri, sliding the resulting balloon glass down to her with an amused expression.

She claps her hands.

" You are by far one of my favourites. "

He raises an inquisitive eyebrow. "One of...?"

" People. One of my favourite people. "

Yes, worming her way out of that one.

He looks distinctly unsatisfied with her response. "Uh huh."

But he let's it go.

"So... um... I talked to Hyde earlier."

She looks at him and frowns.

" Yeah about Hyde...not funny what you did. "

He rolls his eyes. "I swear... the pair of you... if you'd just look beneath the surface."

Another Scotch arrives as he finishes his current one.

"I wasn't trying to hook you up. I just thought you might enjoy each other's company. I like you both and I don't see why you couldn't get on."

Regretfully he adds, "but I am sorry he intruded on your date. Hope he didn't mess things up too badly."

She shrugs.

" It really wasn't so much Hyde as George and Fred. I must give him credit and say George did start it. "

"If you can get past his smart mouth you'll find he's a good enough kid."

He shrugs.

"Just saying."

" One, he's thirty years behind me in social behavior. Two, he's only been an ass so how would I know. and three, he's just weird. "