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[never_shall_yield]

 Wade is currently taking up prime sofa space in front of the fire. It's blowing a gale outside, and he's got nowhere to be. So he's sprawled lengthways, a large whiskey on the table, and a sketchbook and pencil in his hand. There's any number of things here to catch his eye, and he has to make some use of his time. He'd asked Bar to provide his gun - he doesn't feel right without it - but she wouldn't give it up.

It's probably for the best. He's got no objection to spending an easy evening, anyway.



[OOC: It's blowing a mad gale here, so if I disappear suddenly, the power's probably gone out.]

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[not_his_pa]

William is looking for a place to sit as he's carefully holding a cup of hot chocolate and some biscuits and stops when he spots Wade.

Though he doesn't have his gun which is odd and he considers moving someplace else but he wants to be near the fire. His face is still a mess of bruises and he's holding himself gingerly.

[never_shall_yield]

He glances up at the movement above his sketchbook. His mouth, which already held a small smile, stretches into a grin.

'William.'

Oh, good.

[not_his_pa]

He hates that grin and moves to sit down in a chair that's closest to the fire and farthest from Wade,

"Wade."

[never_shall_yield]

He flips a page idly, and starts a new picture.

'You get home alright?'

[not_his_pa]

"From where?"

Last he knew Wade was the one traveling with some plan of his, but then its been a while since he's been in Milliways.

[never_shall_yield]

His eyebrows knock upwards.

'The train.'

For him, it hasn't been long since he last saw this kid. And it wasn't an easy last meeting.

[not_his_pa]

William's grown up some since then, more muscle on him, still skinny but filled out some,

"That was four years ago. You feelin' alright, Wade?"

[never_shall_yield]

'Oh, just fine.'

He raises his head a little from the cushions of the sofa, and nudges his hat back some. It's not obvious how much shorter his hair is, but if someone looks closely, it may show at the temples.

'Four years ago, huh? Surprised you still remember my name.'

[not_his_pa]

There's bait in there that William doesn't want to take and he starts taking apart a biscuit.

This is odd, he's been talking to Wade here but now he's acting like all that happened before didn't, "With the way you keep it in the news, ain't likely to forget it."

[lt_blade]

Seeing Javert by the sofa isn't strange.

Seeing Javert sketching is strange..seeing him with a bottle of whiskey is a cause for concern.

"Evening." Sonya approaches him a little wary. "You doing okay?" Granted, it has been a while since they last spoke-maybe he learned to actually relax.

[never_shall_yield]

He glances up from his picture. His eyebrows raise even higher, because she's more or less his kind of beautiful.

(Lots of women are his kind of beautiful.)

'Evenin' yourself.'

His accent is entirely different; somewhere from the South, and heavy on the charm.

'I'm just fine.'

[lt_blade]

If Sonya were a different sort of woman, his look towards her as well as the change in accent would've had her running in the opposite direction. He may've looked like Javert, but he was behaving and speaking so differently it was bordering on scary.

"You just..you look like someone I know. Thought you were him for a moment."

[never_shall_yield]

'Mmm, I've had that a lot these last few days.'

He pours himself another drink, and then one for her too which he nudges invitingly in her direction.

'He's a lucky guy. Drink?'

[lt_blade]

Sonya suddenly remembered the notice on the bueltin board-could Javert be affected too?

She eyed the drink. "I'll pass, thanks. Strictly speaking, I'm still on duty once I go out the door. I'll have a seat though." She took a seat next to him, his remark almost making her smirk. "You misunderstand. When I say we know eachother, it's in a 'we know eachother by name and get along in a civil way-nothing more than that."

She prayed it would stay that way. The last thing she wanted was to give Javert a broken hand over something he didn't have much control over.

[never_shall_yield]

'Yeah, but time don't move here. You could drink, sleep it off, no one'd know.'

He lays on one of his more charming smiles.

'And I just meant he was a lucky guy for knowing you.'

He leans forward then, and offers his hand.

'Ben Wade.'

[lt_blade]

Sonya's not entirely immune to charm, contrary to popular belief, but the fact that this is..or used to be..Javert, just keeps her from taking this too seriously.

She takes his hand in a firm shake. "Sonya Blade, and I'll be sure to tell him that next time I see him." Or just remind him how very surreal this was.

She does eye the drink a moment. "Suppose one drink wouldn't hurt." And well, if it did-she'll just sleep it off.

[never_shall_yield]

He grins, and leans back, openly taking her in.

'Think he'll agree with me? If he doesn't, he's dumb as a plank.'

[ostro_goth]

Teja sees the man as he approaches the fireplace with his harp this evening; he stops and ponders. Is this Javert again, not yet well after all, or is this the actual Ben Wade, whom he knows -- the enemy-turned-friend of William Evans' dead father? He remembers the two of them bar-tending together one memorable time, in good high spirits.

But if this is Javert merely thinking he is Ben Wade, then he will of course claim to be Ben Wade; and if it is Ben Wade himself, the will know nothing of Javert and baulk at the question.

So Teja stands, and wonders.

[never_shall_yield]

Ben is pretty good at noticing when he's being watched. He glances up over the edge of his sketchbook, and raises his eyebrows in question.

If he is the real Wade, he's had a haircut. Other than that, there's no discernible difference. He shaved his beard off as soon as he saw he'd grown one in the infirmary.

[ostro_goth]

"Greetings, Ben Wade," Teja finally decides to speak. "I have not seen you for a long time."

[never_shall_yield]

'That so?'

Hmmm.

'Can't say I remember seeing you at all. But time's screwed. 'pparently I'm here from a different time than folks remember.'

He got that from William.

[ostro_goth]

"The last time I saw you, I think you were bar-tending with Dan Evans," Teja says.

[never_shall_yield]

An immediate snort.

'Say what now?'

Really.

'Seems unlikely, if I'm honest.'

[ostro_goth]

"Do you remember ever having been here before?" Teja says, his guess slowly drifting back towards this being Javert with a renewed bout of the flu.

He should get close enough to discern whether the minute vampire bite scars are there -- dubious at this light, not a good idea with Javert, and possibly a very bad idea with Ben Wade.

[never_shall_yield]

His shirt cuffs are fastened, and his collar is up, so they might not be any help. He flicks the brim of his hat with one finger, so it falls further back on his head.

'Well, that all depends what business it is of yours.'

He goes back to sketching, though he doesn't let Teja move from his peripheral vision.