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Fury comes into the bar like a man on a mission.

He does not so much as blink when he makes the step through to Milliways, but he does change his path slightly, and heads toward the bar. He takes a seat, settling his coat carefully behind him.

"Since I'm here," he says, addressing the bar, "I hear you're the one to talk to."

[OOC: This one's plotlocked!]

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A napkin appears on Bar's top. It's blank at first, but slowly a pool of black ink begins to form, and from that pool a flowing script takes shape.

What can I do you for?

"Well, I wouldn't mind a drink, first. Some of your excellent coffee, maybe?"

Fury sits carefully, back straight. He does not lean on the bar at all.

Preference of brew? Or Lady's Choice?

"Black, with just a touch of sugar, if you please. Brand is no matter. Just keep it to Earth, will you?"

A second napkin appears, but this one is under a large white bone china cup and saucer combo. Along side of the cup is a half full French Press, and a small plate of sugar cubes.

Should he decide he wants more than the single cup.

He did mention first...

"Thanks." He pours himself a cup, gracefully and without spilling a single drop. One sugar cube goes it.

The china cup makes his hands look even bigger and rougher than usual.

"In a roundabout way, this is what I wanted to speak with you about."

The ink on the first napkin swirls and reforms.

Coffee?

"Paying for the coffee."

Fury nods up at the tab board. "While I have been greatly enjoying your hospitable establishment...it ain't exactly covert to have your name up in lights."

Our display does rotate.

It does so now, just for emphasis.
Did you know that Walt Whitman has a three quarter of a million dollar tab?

Or that Hannibal is actually owed money?

You do now.

"Which helps, sure. But it'd do my blood pressure a world of good if I didn't show up at all."

He takes a sip of the (excellent, again) coffee.

"Don't get me wrong, I'll pay up prompt every time. But is there something I can do so my name never goes up?"

You wish to be stricken from the Tab Board completely?

"I generally prefer it when people can't see me coming."

Fury adds another sugar cube.

"Or going."

What you ask has never been done before. It is breaking away from long established protocols.

"I understand. It is an imposition."

Another sip.

"Which is why I brought something along with me to maybe help sweeten the pot."

I have paid for the whole seat, Agent Fury, but am only using the edge.

"You have no idea how pleased I am to hear that, ma'am."

Fury pulls a small box out of his inner coat pocket. It's a metal mineral specimen box, with a clasp and an airtight seal.

"I stole this from R&D, so I hope you like it." He opens the box and sets it on the bar top. Inside is a lump of silvery metal, about the size of a half-dollar.

There's a momentary lag between when he places the box on her and when she's capable of making coherent words.

Bar does not create, but rather pushes and pulls things from relative dimensions in space.

And what this box contains is one of the most sought after, most difficult to acquire items in the multiverse.

Oh

He gives her a minute.

"You know what that is? Not that I'm surprised. Not having to give the spiel is nice, though."

My Barman is very well versed in the metallurgy of your world, and as such so am I.

You will excuse her if her penmanship suffers. She is in the midst of a rather sizable nerdgasm.

"Excellent."

Fury leans back and smiles.

"Now, never tell anyone I said this, but sometimes, protocols are made to be broken. And I do enjoy being a trend-setter."

You are asking me to act contrary to the arithmancy of my enchantment.

"You're your own bar."

He crosses his arms.

"And don't think I haven't noticed you never saying you couldn't do it. That would be understandable. I'd have no problem with that."

As we both know, Agent Fury, can and should are not always the same thing.

The ink swirls in such a way that shows she's more to say, but limited space in which to say it.

I bring up my boundaries not because they are insurmountable, but to insure that we are both on the same ...napkin.

"Of course. You'd be doing me a big favor. Was my offer not generous enough? Or would you like my assurances that I will keep this whole conversation to myself?"

What conversation?

It is then that the little box on Bar's top snaps shut, and begins to melt into the wooden surface.

If one were to look up, one would see the Tab Board quickly cycle its way through the various names of patrons past and present. The rolling tiles that once spelled Nick Fury roll blank, and are quickly replaced with the name from just below.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean, ma'am."

He watches the tiles roll with what can only be defined as a satisfied expression on his face.

"It's a pity you're not exactly mobile. I could use someone like you."

I have been known to go on walkabout from time to time.

"You let me know if you're ever looking for a new position."

Likewise, Agent Fury. I would be pleased to know of any openings that I might fit.

Fury stands, carefully putting the delicate cup back on its saucer. The French press is now almost empty.

"It's been a pleasure speaking with you, ma'am. I'm sure we'll see each other again soon."

I would like that very much.

The napkin clears.

Agent Fury, before you go.
A shotglass appears on Bar's top. It says Neptune, CA on the side and appears to be filled with a liquid that upon inspection is very fine tequila.

Compliments of Lilly Kane, for being hot.

Fury's one visible eyebrow raises.

After a brief pause, he picks up the shot and downs it.

"Incentive for the meeting I'm about to attend. I'll have to give Ms. Kane my thanks at a later date."

Good luck with that.

If she seems amused, it's probably because she is.

Fury shoots the bar a quick salute, and walks out the door.

It's only after the door clicks behind him that the Tab Board flickers to life again. Scrolling through name after name until an empty spot can be found.

An empty spot that now reads: Not Xander.

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