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The circle of chairs is out in the main bar. In the middle are a selection of fruit pies, with a choice of ice cream, or cream, or custard, or none of the above.

Behind the pies are a large sign.

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OPEN TO ALL

FREE PIE

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Alana reaches a hand out to him. "I'm sorry, Cassidy. I didn't mean to cast aspersions. I've never met Thor. What's he like?"

"Nah, it's fine," he says with a crooked smirk and a shrug, though he does appreciate it. Her aspersions are not entirely unwarranted, but he's not going to admit that right now.

"It was my first time here an' I had no idea there were, y'know, rules. I mean, sure there's rules in every bar, but once the brawl is over it clears out before the cops come. Still, though, Thor was actually cool about it. He's the type of bloke I'd have a beer or three with."

Alana draws her hand back, her lips quirking into a half-smile. "Security does tend to respond rather quickly around here. That must have been some introduction to the bar. Was it a large brawl?"

"Just me an' some other fella, but there was blood and broken furniture, so I was put on dishwashing duty after a time-out in the cells," he says with the same casual straightforwardness. "I mean, I don't brag about these things when they happen, they just do. I'm not the most rule abidin' guy you're ever gonna meet, that's for sure, but hey." He shrugs again, sopping up melted ice cream off his plate with a piece of pie crust on the end of his fork.

"What about you, then, eh? I bet you could raise a right ruckus up in here, huh? With some secret kung fu moves, tables an' chairs flyin', throwin' people over the bar like they do in the movies," he teases, nudging her knee with his own.

"Oh, goodness," Alana says, her eyes widening. "Did you get checked out by Guppy or someone in the infirmary before the cells, or after--or did you need them at all?"

Her ice cream is a lost cause, but she does finish off her pie. She giggles at his questioning, nudging his knee back. "No, I'm a garden variety psychologist, I'm afraid. I don't know martial arts at all. But I'm a pretty good shot, if I do say so myself, so put a gun in my hands and watch out!"

"It was superficial, really. Nothin' spectacular that needed attention."

It was weird, is what it was. But he doesn't mention being attacked by an alien with a hand-mouth because then he'd have to explain biting him and the weird blood and the regenerative healing and yeah, no, not necessary.

"What? You can shoot?" he says with a half-chuckle, visibly impressed. "Jaysus, seriously? Well, shite, better behave meself around you, then, might pop a cap in me if I get out of line."

Alana flexes an arm. "I'm the fastest gun in the west," she says, grinning. "Well, actually, I'm fair to middling. But in all seriousness, I'm not about to punish you for your misdeeds. That's Thor's job. I'm just glad you weren't seriously injured. Have you seen the other participant in the brawl around since then?"

Cassidy's gravelly guffaw is the sort that comes from a century of cigarettes and hard liquor.

"Sure you wouldn't want to? I can take a fair amount of punishment now an' then," he says, blatantly flirtatious.

"Nah, haven't seen 'im, but if does show up, I'm not holdin' any grudges if he doesn't either."

Alana chuckles, shaking her head again. "No, thank you. I can't bring myself to cause harm, even consensually. But I won't judge if that's what you're into," she says, holding up a hand. She sets her pie plate aside and rests the fork on the edge, prongs down. "I'm curious--who started the fight? You don't sound like you did."

He holds up a hand as well. "Just sayin'," he says agreeably, leaving it out there, just in case there was any chance buuuuut probably not. Cassidy fails to realize that he's too optimistic for his own good sometimes.

"Honestly, I'm kinda-- hazy on the details. I did throw the first punch, though, I'll admit that. He was sayin' some things that I didn't like. Whether or not he meant them the way I thought he did is-- well, that might be up for debate. We both got cell time for it, but I got less 'cause I was new an' didn't know the rules."

Alana glances to her feet, looking up at him from under her lashes. She straightens her skirt, and uncrosses her legs.

"If there were other things you had in mind, I wouldn't be opposed," she says, favoring him with a shy smile.

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Cassidy blinks as his face and especially his eyebrows do some expressive gymnastics.

"Uh--"

Wait, really?

"You-- you wouldn't?"

"No," Alana says, leaning forward and resting her cheek on her fist. "I like you. And we're both modern people--we can indulge in what we like. As long as we use protection, that is. If you're not opposed to that, I'm willing."

She winks at him. "I told you that you were a charmer."

Alana is so out of Cassidy's league that he has a little trouble processing his success.

"Well, alright then," he says as a bright, rather goofy smile spreads across his face.

"Do I still hafta call you Doctor in bed?"

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Alana laughs again, bright and cheery. "No, please, call me Alana. I have a room upstairs, unless you're more comfortable in your own."

"Alana, then," he chuckles, beaming.

"I think your place would be much better, my room's a pigsty at the moment. I think I actually saw one of my socks crawl under the bed..."

He takes their empty plates and gets up. "I'll just drop these off at the bar an' get some-- uh, essentials." He winks at her before walking off with a bit of a spring in his step. In a short while he returns, the 'essentials' tucked into his jeans pocket.

Alana can't hide her giddy anticipation as she watches him return. "Shall we?" she says, taking his arm and leading him upstairs.

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