First entrance (sort of)

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The ex-vampire who walks into the bar is not as shocked as he might be, though he is--really rather pleasantly--surprised.

"Well, well," he murmurs, looking around the room with a satisfied smile. "It has been a while, hasn't it?"

There is almost a spring in his step as he makes his way to the bar. "Can I get your best Riesling as a welcome back?"

His smile only grows when the glass appears with a napkin.

Welcome back to Milliways, Nikola.

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[witchfinder_general]

There's a tall, middle aged man in black at the bar, ordering a cup of tea.

He gives Nikola a polite nod as the white wine appears.

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Nikola's feeling expansive this evening, so he doesn't have a smart remark in response to that nod and only gives a polite one of his own in return.

[witchfinder_general]

"You've been here before, and stopped coming for a while?" the man asks, with a nod to the napkin.

His voice is quite British, and educated.

[ps_you_look_hot]

"For a little while, yes," Nikola agrees. It wasn't the longest time he'd been away from the bar, but longer than he'd been getting used to.

[witchfinder_general]

"I heard that that happens to some people," the man says. "I'm glad it hasn't happened to me yet. I would miss it."

[ps_you_look_hot]

"You've been coming here for some time, then?"

[witchfinder_general]

"Since February," the priest-like man says. "It's a wonderful place for research."

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Nikola arches an eyebrow. "You're a scientist?"

[witchfinder_general]

"A priest, originally," he says. "But I have scientists in my team, and can usually understand what they're talking about."

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Nikola makes a face of obvious disgust. "Usually," he repeats.

[witchfinder_general]

"I read up on what I don't know yet," the priest says. "But I can't know everything."

[ps_you_look_hot]

"Knowing and understanding are hardly the same thing."

[witchfinder_general]

"No," the priest says. "Understanding is mostly enough, in my case. I have a team I work with, after all."

[holy_or_broken]

Jack, still shoeless, is sprawled on a stool, and he smiles in approval and raises his glass.

"Welcome back," he says, even though he doesn't know the fellow at all.

[ps_you_look_hot]

Nikola turns to him with a smile, lifting his glass as well. "Thank you," he says and sips his wine. He gives a satisfied sigh before adding, "I think you may not have been here when I was before."

[holy_or_broken]

"I may not have been," says Jack lazily. His gaze flicks from Nikola's head to his toes. "I think I would have introduced myself, if I had been."

[ps_you_look_hot]

Nikola's lips twitch slightly, and he lets his own gaze slide over Jack's form. "I was thinking the same thing myself."

[holy_or_broken]

Jack smiles and holds out his hand. "Jack Benjamin."

[ps_you_look_hot]

"Nikola Tesla," he replies, taking Jack's hand warmly. There's a bit of hope that the name will be recognized, but Nikola is familiar enough with Milliways not to expect it anymore.

[holy_or_broken]

Alas, not a twitch. There is warmth, though, in his handshake and the way he lets his hand linger.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Tesla."

[ps_you_look_hot]

Alas, indeed, though that warmth nearly makes up for it.

"And you, Mr. Benjamin," he says, clearly amused by the formality. "How long have you been coming to this corner of the universe?"

[holy_or_broken]

"Let's see..." Jack moves his stool a little closer. "The first time was about three years ago, I think. Then I was away a long time...there's a war on at home, you see."

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"Are you winning?" Nikola asks in vague curiosity. He's had his own experiences with war.

[holy_or_broken]

Jack shrugs and picks up his drink again. "That's what the Ministry of Propaganda says."

[ps_you_look_hot]

"Ah, yes," he smirks a little. "But they always do. It's good for morale, I'm told."