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[cottoncandypink]

It has been a very trying few weeks, and Jim really didn’t help things. Although, getting him to think climbing a tree was a matter of life and death did somewhat make up for it. But Wilford needed some proper stress relief after all that.

He’s already drunk when he comes in today (tonight? He has no idea anymore) with a cut on his lip and glasses that have obviously been bent and wrenched back into shape. He’s dressed not for the studio, but for a night out; in this case, having traded terrible fashion sense for no fashion at all. Just a plain, dark t-shirt, blue jeans and skate shoes, of all things. Somehow, it just makes his pink moustache stand out even more.

Despite the brawl, he did well at the track tonight. He’s got $2000 he doesn’t need, and is looking to spend it however he can. And the first thing he drops some cash on is a drink at the bar.

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[have_no_mercy]

Tess is at the bar, not drinking for once. Glancing around, that pink moustache really is hard not to notice.

"Wilford, right?"

[cottoncandypink]

The bar provides Wilford with a bottle of Jack, as well as a glass so he doesn't look like a complete animal.

He doesn't know many people around these parts, and only one of them actually calls him by his name. So someone unfamiliar knowing his name is a bit of a surprise.

"Yes. And who might you be?" He asks.

He's pretty sure he's never seen this woman before, but after the night he'a had, everything's a bit of a blur right now.

[have_no_mercy]

She loves being a surprise. It might make her day.

"I'm Tess."

She extends a hand.

"Tess Mercer."

[cottoncandypink]

Well, that settles that. Wilford apparently isn't actually drunk enough to have forgotten someone he should know. He shakes her hand, and then nods down at the whiskey in front of him.

"Would you like a drink?"

He's in a good mood tonight. But he always feels good after a parking lot brawl, even if he did sort of get his ass handed to him by a man dressed as a chicken.

[have_no_mercy]

She shakes her head and puts a hand up.

"No, I'm good, thank you."

She tilts her head, looking him up and down.

"You're not quite what I expected."

[cottoncandypink]

"Oh?" Wilford asks curiously.

He's kind of right in that middle ground, between not tall but not exactly short either, and his t-shirt shows off the physique of someone who probably makes good use of his gym membership.

"I'm afraid I didn't come in with any expectations of my own."

Is she from his world? Is that how she knows him?

[have_no_mercy]

Tess is tall. Hard to tell when she's sitting down, but likely taller than Wilford. However she knows well enough not to underestimate those who are shorter than she is.

"That's all right. I don't know what someone would expect if they were expecting me."

[cottoncandypink]

A lot of people are taller than Wilford, just by virtue of being a bit taller than average.

"And what were you expecting?"

Wilford takes a drink of his whiskey, curious to see what this woman he doesn't know expected him to be.

[have_no_mercy]

She shrugs.

"A little taller, a bit more put together. And I have to admit I wasn't a true believer in just how pink it is."

[cottoncandypink]

"I'm on my day off," Wilford says. He's allowed to look liike a scrub on his day off. That's what days off are for.

"And I'm thinking about colouring it black for a few days, just to see if anybody notices."

Well. Not really. He just still can't figure out why bright hair colours are so unusual here.

[have_no_mercy]

"What do you do when you've got days on?"

She bets people won't notice, or even recognize him without the pink.

[cottoncandypink]

Not from his world, then. (Probably.) The plot thickens.

(God, security around here haven't got spies out keeping an eye on him, have they?)

"TV. I host a little show on Friday nights." He looks Tess over, trying to decide if she looks like someone who might be an undercover cop or something. "What are your days on like?"

[have_no_mercy]

She thinks it would be hysterical if she looked like a cop.

"I run the world."

It's said very matter-of-factly.

And a minutes later she laughs softly.

"Not really, it just feels like that some days, you know?"

[just_cant_lose]

Hey look, Jim's face is a total mess as well! What a coincidence!

Of course, it's had the benefit of a couple of days healing, so he's not bleeding all over the place. And Jim didn't see what caused Wilford's lip to be dripping again, as he's just come downstairs with his head buried in an astrophysics textbook.

He does glance up long enough to register it at the bar, and smirks before tapping the surface, and being presented with a vodka and lime.

'I'm sure you deserved it.'

[cottoncandypink]

Wilford snorts. He pulls the napkin away from his mouth to check that his lip is still bleeding. It would seem that it is.

"Your girlfriend packs a hell of a swing," he says.

[just_cant_lose]

'My what now?'

His brain presents him with several reasons why Wilford would say such a thing, but only two likely candidates to fill the spot. But just to be awkward, he adds,

'You'd better not be referring to Sherlock as a woman.'

[cottoncandypink]

What? No.

"I've been led to believe that he isn't," Wilford says.

He's still not sure why Tess just hauled off and slapped him, either.

[just_cant_lose]

'That doesn't mean you won't be a giant insulting dick.'

There's a pause, while he convinces himself not to follow up with a really juvenile jab. He's too distracted though, eyes still on his book.

'Was it Tess, or X?'

[cottoncandypink]

It seems Jim is still salty over that little love tap.

"Tess," he says. "Is she always so slap-happy?"

[just_cant_lose]

No, he's just met Wilford before.

'Well she's never slapped me, no matter how many times I've asked her to.'

He looks up, taking in the damage with an amused expression.

'What did you say to her?'

[cottoncandypink]

Wilford starts to answer, and then shrugs. "I have no fucking idea."

It's true. He doesn't. He thought things were going rather well, right up until they weren't.

[just_cant_lose]

'She hit you out of nowhere, for no reason.'

Yeah, no.

'Doesn't sound like her, but okay.'

He can just ask her himself, if she's still talking to him. Jim looks Wilford up and down now, and pulls a face. God, the man needs some decent clothes. Jim's in jeans and a T-shirt, and he doesn't look like a slob.

[cottoncandypink]

Well, he's still not letting Jim take him shopping.

"I wouldn't know," Wilford answers. But being hit out of nowhere is what happened, as far as he can tell.

He glances over at the textbook Jim has. "You moonlighting as an astronaut now?"

[just_cant_lose]

'Not yet. I have to design the moonbase before I get to visit it.'

If it sounds like he's not kidding, it's because he's not kidding.

'That's the first time you met her then?'

[cottoncandypink]

Wilford isn't sure if Jim is kidding or not. Jim makes shit up all the time, so Wilford just lets that remark pass without comment.

"Yeah. But she seemed to know who I was right away."

He likes knowing Jim was complaining about him. Getting shot is annoying, but kind of a normal thing. But Wilford really must have made an impression for Jim to complain about him.