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The specials show up on the board the minute he gets there. Bartending's fun -- at least he had fun the last time he was back here -- and if nothing else, he'll have paid off that new set of clothes Bar gave him after his trip to Ellen's world. The last thing he wants is to be known as some kind of freeloader. He's always paid his way, ever since he was seventeen and found himself alone, and there's no reason he'd stop doing it just 'cause he's stuck here.

Tonight's Specials

Easy Action
Between the Sheets
A Goodnight Kiss

The specials make him laugh but hey, they're kind of appropriate and at least they go in progression. He adds one more thing to the board before setting up shop for the duration:

Pyramid advice & info always free

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"Hey, man, come on over and sit down. Don't be shy."

This guy has to be new. Or at least newer than he is, which is something of a relief. It sucks being the new kid in town.

"Promise I won't bite."

"Oh course you won't," New Guy sort of mumbles. "I mean you're not a vampire or anything right? Wait, are you a vampire?"

"No. Just a ball player. Biting's against the rules." He extends his hand for a shake, hopes it comes off as friendly. "Sam. Sam Anders, filling in for Bar for the next couple hours." It's almost the law when he lowers his voice into the realm of confidentiality. "Don't tell anyone I said so, but I'm pretty sure she's sleeping it off. Must've been a rough night."

He's just joking. Then again, he wouldn't want to put a single godsdamn thing past this place.

Hank takes the offered hand automatically and looks down to Bar to say, "So it...she needs to sleep? Fascinating! Do you know if she eats? Of course she wouldn't eat, where would she expel waste. Unless she used all the calories or whatever unit of energy she eats. If she ate."

He might still be a little nervous.

His shoulders go up in a shrug. "No idea, man. Don't blame her for not wanting to be on 24/7, though. I don't care who someone is, they can't sustain that for long."

Yeah, that's about it. As accessible as he's always been, or was back home when anyone gave a frak about who he was, he still needed downtime. More of it the longer his career lasted, too. "I don't know if it's the kind of thing that can be figured out, though. Personally, I'm still trying to get around the whole Bar-is-sentient thing. Or, you know, that this place even exists."

But it does, or else it's one hell of a long dream.

"Get you anything to drink?"

"Oh sure," Hank says breaking from his train of thought. He glances at the Specials and blushes. "Um...maybe just a cocoa cola. Are you an archeologist?"

And here he was thinking Bar put those specials up just to give him shit. Apparently not, 'cause this kid's blushing.

"Archaeologist? No, no." He fills the glass with ice and soda, sticks a straw in it, hands it over. "No, man. I'm a ball player of the non-vampire variety. My game's called pyramid, and if you're not from one of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol, odds are you've never heard of it."

Closest he can get to archaeology is... not very close at all. He used to dig around in a sandbox when he was little, he guesses. "Not a single archaeologist in the family. My mom was a nurse and my dad was a marine biologist, if that's any help."

"So your offer of information about Pyramid is about a game and not the structures?" Hank says before taking a sip. "Thanks."

Oh, that: it explains the question. "Yeah. Tell you what: tell me your name, and I'll tell you about the game of pyramid. Fair enough?"

At this place, at least, he's making a hell of a concerted effort to at least know who he's talking to, if not where they're from and what they're doing. Or what they did.

"Of course," Hank says and starts to hold out his hand before remembering that they've already shaken. "I'm Hank McCoy. Um, Earth 1962."

"Hey, Hank McCoy. Another Earth guy." The year doesn't matter at all to him, 'cause it's not like the universe runs on standardized time and anyway, time's relative, that's been proved over and over. "I'm from the planet Caprica, in the Cyrannus star system. If you know where that is."

Probably not. Most people don't.

"Caprica's one of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol, and it's the birthplace of the game of pyramid. Which... you wanted to know about. Where do you want me to start? Game mechanics? Basics? Or the way we play it here at the end of the universe?"

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