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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy isn't looking terribly pleased today. He has his foot resting on the table, because it's still bloody sore, after some idiot started shooting through the ceiling after an escaped monster thing.

He'd go and visit Wilford in the cells, except he's pissed off and can't be bothered.

The waitrats are generally fussing over him, bringing him snacks and tea.

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[galen_erso]

"What happened to you foot? Who would shoot a doctor?"

That's Galen Erso, not Hannibal Lecter, as evidenced by the scruff on his face and the complete absence of plaid or paisley on his less-than-pristine clothes.

[guppy_sandhu]

"A moron. But I don't think it was intentional." Guppy says.

[galen_erso]

"I suppose you're not going to treat that moron again after this?" Galen says.

[guppy_sandhu]

"I probably would have to." Guppy says. "Since he didn't shoot me on purpose."

[galen_erso]

He just happened to shoot around and there you were?" Galen says, shaking his head.

[guppy_sandhu]

"There was a ceiling in the way." Guppy says.

[galen_erso]

"People shooting through the ceiling??" Galen says. "This place is more dangerous than I thought."

[guppy_sandhu]

"It's not a common occurrence. Do you want a tea?"

[galen_erso]

"I'd like some," Galen says. "Let me get tea for us both, then."

Because Guppy is clearly laid up.

[guppy_sandhu]

"Oh, thank you, put it on my tab." Guppy says. Galen just looks like he's fallen on hard times.

[galen_erso]

He's not; he is just naturally scruffy.

So Galen goes and gets two mugs of tea from the bar, and then sits at the table with Guppy.

"So, what were they shooting at through the ceiling? Really big bugs?'

[guppy_sandhu]

"A blobby thing." Guppy says. "Looks like a giant, plastic bogey with an eyeball."

[galen_erso]

"A creature or a droid?" Galen asks.

[cottoncandypink]

Luckily, that bastard only gave Wilford one night, so no visiting is necessary!

It does mean that once Wilford has had the chance to go home and get cleaned up, he's come back to finish what he started. Because he will not be blamed for that Thing devouring half the patrons here.

"Where are you, you little fucker?" he grumbles, checking under a few tables. At least this time, he's holding a taser, and not a .44 Magnum revolver.

[guppy_sandhu]

"Hey." Guppy snaps when Wilford comes near. "Next time you decide to start shooting, be more bloody careful. You were a foot away from hitting my son."

[cottoncandypink]

"Collateral damage. It happens."

Oh, was he supposed to be remorseful? Whoops.

Wilford looks up at the rafters, expecting the little devil to be up there. He's only got one shot, so he has to be careful not to waste it on the first flash of orange he sees.

[guppy_sandhu]

"Are you fucking insane?" Guppy asks.

[cottoncandypink]

Guppy already knows the answer to that question, even if Wilford doesn't know that Jim spilled the beans on him.

"No, just trying to get rid of a pest."

Not that anyone cares.

[guppy_sandhu]

"Well you didn't do a very good job of it, did you?" Guppy says, getting some more painkillers out of his pocket.

[cottoncandypink]

Yeah, well. If some asshole hadn't got in the way, he could have taken care of this a little easier.

"I hear those things are addictive," Wilford says.

He gives up on the rafters and goes back to looking under tables.

[guppy_sandhu]

"Right. Are you about to start shooting again?" Guppy asks.

[cottoncandypink]

"Only if I see it again."

But he doesn't. And if Guppy's going to get into a snit about a taser, then maybe he's got bigger problems to worry about than Wilford.

Wilford stands up straight and looks at Guppy. "Or I could leave it here. I'll go home, and it can do whatever it does to people who cross its path."

[guppy_sandhu]

"Doesn't seem to have done anything in the last twenty four hours. It's probably started a tab."

[cottoncandypink]

"Jesus." Wilford turns away, before he's tempted to use his taser on Guppy.

"I would love to spend a few days in your shoes, to figure out how you can have that kind of attitude."

He gets that for most people here monsters don't exist, but how does that translate to an absolute denial of how dangerous something unknown can be?

[guppy_sandhu]

"You're fucking unbelievable. I can have that attitude because you're a rude, obnoxious, inconsiderate man who just shot me in the foot, nearly hitting my kid, and hasn't even got the ounce of common sense to know why people are upset or the modicum of decency to apologise for it." Guppy says.

Wilford told him to tell him straight when he's pissed off at him, so he's just moving goalposts - again.

"You were wrong about the last thing you were shooting at in here. But let's say it is dangerous for a moment. Why don't you actually try doing something sensible like asking other people to help you search the extensive premesis and grounds? Security, for example, or some of the bar's many superpowered people? X-23 could probably find it in half an hour. How about putting up a notice? How about warning people properly? How about getting a trap, or a net? I would have helped you myself, if I could walk around properly."