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Ivan's happy with how everything's going at Ylla, there are plans to move the consulate to a nicer location. That's required a good deal of organization but its getting done and as he enters, he's checking notes off of the list in his hand when he doesn't see a piece of ice that's ended up on the floor.

His elegant dress shoes that match his uniform go out from under him and he doesn't have a chance to catch himself so sprawls on the ground knocking over a chair on his way down. A rat skitters out of the way and tsks him as he checks himself for injuries, hopefully he didn't knock anything else down.

(OOC: For car keys but open for anyone.)

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"You okay there?" Guppy asks the man on the floor.

He seems to be missing a shoe.

"I think so," He slowly sits up, he's going to be feeling this.

"Easy there, did you bang your head?"

Once he's sitting, Ivan feels the back of his head, "No, I landed more on my back and legs."

"What did you trip on?" Guppy looks around. "Floor looks a bit wet."

"I'm not sure, I wasn't looking down,"

He manages to stand up and steps around the wet place as a rat comes to wipe it up.

"Looks like... ice. That's weird."

"Yes, its rare to have something spilled and not cleaned up. I should be okay, only a few bruises."

"Well that's good, people ought to be more careful. Speaking of which, some idiot seems to have taken one of my shoes, have you seen it?"

Ivan looks around for any loose shoes, that would make more sense to trip over, "No, someone's taking shoes?"

"I have no idea. My son said something about finding one the other day." Guppy shakes his head.

"It sounds like something someone would do as a prank or to see if they could,"

In Milliways, it wouldn't be hard to think of excuses for something so weird.

"I don't know, maybe it was punishment for being asleep." Guppy shakes his head.

"I'm Guppy by the way, I've seen you around but I forget if we spoke."

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A pair of well-worn cowboy boots stops by his head.

"Huh."

Grace crouches down, hands loosely clasped while she rests her elbows on her knees.

"The big guy upstairs never dropped hot guys at my feet. One point, Bar."

He laughs and winces, sitting up, there's a wedding ring on his finger and he's in uniform, "I don't usually drop at anyone's feet unless I mean to."

Wedding rings only mean so much to Grace. What matters is what they mean to the people wearing them.

"Oh, yeah? When do you mean to?" she asks playfully, standing and holding out her right hand in a fluid move that manages to look packed with hidden power.

His smile stays in place as he takes her hand, she reminds him of women he knows,

"When I'm being dashing. I do that sometimes, my wife likes it."

"Who wouldn't?"

A quick pull helps him up. Grace smirks, gaze still flirtatious.

"So why did you? Fall."

"I slipped on something," He stands up and looks down to where the rats are cleaning up some water.

Grace leans sideways to follow his gaze, giving the rats a little wave.

"Huh," she repeats. "Kinda clumsy, aren't ya?"

She laughs.

"Maybe you should take off the shoes."

Eyes wide, she nods slowly and takes a drink of her beer.

"Not usually, I was reading," He holds up the datapad he was keeping his list on and reading when he entered.

"Anything good?" Grace asks, craning her neck to check out the unfamiliar datapad.

It must've been good to distract him so.

"Yes and no, errands I have to run. Some are good like figuring out dinner others not so much, lots of bureaucracy,"

Though he is mainly in charge of it on Ylla and he has practice but its still work.

"Don't you know you're not supposed to work in a bar?"

"You're right, these can wait," He tucks the datapad into his uniform jacket.