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[just_cant_lose]

 

As entrances to Milliways go, this is one of the more unprepossessing. A man stumbles through the door in slacks and T-shirt (a particular brand of underwear showing above his waistband); despite the fairly well-groomed hair and care with his appearance, he still seems a little crumpled and ungainly. The door swings near someone, and he instantly apologises before standing almost straight and looking around.

(Interesting.)

 

'...oh. Um.

...oh.'

Well, this is new. Jim likes new. 


[OOC: Note on playing with Jim here. If more than one person tags, could we please only have one intro thread? Anything after the first will find him either sitting a little nervously at the bar, or gazing in wonder out of the observation window. Thanks! :D]

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[just_cant_lose]

The question is why she's pretending to be drunk, and also pretending to be nice. Does she suspect him of something? But she's dressed up and it's certainly not for here, so she must have arrived from a swanky affair on her own world. There aren't many occasions that require a dress like that, and then, how did she get so good at pretending to be drunk? Who uses such a skillset, and moves in circles that require that dress, good champagne and expensive perfume? Whose eyes remain calculating throughout every move?

He has a few suspicions.

'No problem. Though I'll warn you, champagne's a bit out of my price range. You're more like to get sparkling white.'

[heard_of_her_now]

He'd be terribly disappointed if he found out it's merely for her own amusement. (Well, and to maintain her cover.)

Or, perhaps he wouldn't.

She chuckles. "There are far worse things to drink than that, dear."

So long as it's not cheap Californian plonk. The Nineties were a very dark time.

[just_cant_lose]

Considering he's extending the life of a now defunct disguise, he really wouldn't. He'd kind of admire it. People must find amusement where they can!

'Tell me about it.'

He grins, and heads to the bar. It doesn't take long to ask for something reasonable - there's not a great deal Jim doesn't know about wine - and come back. He himself has a Bud.

'Hope that'll do.'

[heard_of_her_now]

By the time he returns, she's finished her drink: it's only polite, and if one were to be brutally honest she'd really rather a good strong vodka anyway. But Balfont drinks wine, so sparkling white it is.

She takes the glass from him with a smile, and sips. It's actually not bad; not bad at all. "Bottoms up," she says with a smile, and raises her glass.

(Of course, the other benefit of a clear drink is that it's slightly harder to tamper with. Not that it's her first consideration here, but it will always be a consideration.)