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When Beverly went back to work, Price commended her for "getting back on the horse" and every time she thinks about that now she kind of wants to laugh hysterically. It's been -- it's been a weird, weird week.

When the door opens into the bar, she stops short in the doorway, staring. Then, cautiously, she closes and opens it from her side. That works; she steps through and tests it from the Milliways side. Still works, and still opens onto the break room at Quantico. Satisfied that she's not going to be stuck here again, she heads to the counter. As she sits down, Bar delivers a note. And . . . a balloon. The balloon is pretty cute. The note -- not so much.

Beverly reads it twice, then sets it down with a sigh and pinches the bridge of her nose with her good hand. (Her right is still bandaged, though the doctor assures her that her fingers are healing well.)

"Bar, can I have a double Bushmills?"

There are things she can deal with sober, but the combination of dealing with Hannibal Lecter at work, dealing with the situation here, and finding a live bird in a dead woman's chest just. Is not one of those things.

[ooc: Usual warnings about the gruesomeness of Beverly's canon apply, turned up a little because "Su-Zakana" is a hell of an episode. Let me know if you'd rather her work not come up.]

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"Not that I know of. Sorry."

She shakes her head.

"During the Trojan War, the Greeks built this giant wooden horse and left it for the Trojans, as, like, a gift of surrender. The Trojans brought it into the city, and in the middle of the night the Greeks jumped out of the horse and attacked. So." She sips her drink. "Beware of Greeks bearing gifts."

"Ohhhhh. So that's what it means." Beat. "Weird gift." Beat again. "Shouldn't it be a Greek horse, then?"

". . . I never thought about that, actually."

"Were giant horses a normal kind of gift?"

"You'd have to ask someone who knew anything about the Greeks. Or an Ancient Greek. I bet you could find one around here."

"Oh, sure. I haven't seen any of the gods in a while, but they're around sometimes."

"--Are you serious?"

"Absolutely."

"This fucking place," she sighs.

Enzo grins. "No, no, it's 'fucking Milliways.' Depending what swear words your world uses. Anyway, I'm a sprite talking to a User, why shouldn't there be gods here?"

"No, I know. It makes sense there'd be gods wandering around here, if they were going to be wandering around anywhere. That doesn't make it less--"

She waves a hand. "Existentially weird."

"Tell me about it."