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"You have GOT to be kidding me."

Standing in the open doorway, Cisco stares at the bar shaking his head.

With a sigh he tosses his toolbelt onto a bench beside the doorway and steps through into Milliways, letting the door close behind him.

His annoyance at what he had to go through to get here evaporates quickly, and when he takes a seat at the counter he’s all smiles.

"Hi, Bar. Remember me?"

That is absolutely not a squeal of delight when Bar produces a napkin with a cheerful greeting and a mug of Butterbeer to go along with it, anyone who hears one is clearly just imagining things.

Taking a drink, he turns on his stool to observe the bar at large, wondering just what exactly he can get into this time.

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"It's alright, most people don't know what I mean," Cisco replies with a shrug.

"Whelp, here's to magical supernatural bars, then." He lifts his mug and salutes the man again.

"Cheers to that," he says, raising and tipping his beer towards Cisco before taking a swig. "So where is Central City? I admit, I ain't too familiar with the Midwest, but I never heard of it."

"No?" he asks, a bit surprised by that. "We're right on the Missouri River, and kind of a big deal. I mean, not like New York big, or I guess Starling City since their big almost apocalypse, but definitely on the map."

That's still not ringing any bells for Graverobber, but then again, the world has changed a hell of a lot in the last 40 years in his time, so hey, maybe there was one at some point. "Must not be as big in my time, or maybe it goes by another name," he says with a slight shrug. "Stuff changed kind of drastically over the last few decades, so who knows."

"Yeah, maybe. I'm still figuring out how stuff works here," he already compiling a list of things to ask Barry who seems to have been coming here awhile.

"What about you, where in California are you from?"

"Genetic City. It's only existed for about the last thirty years or so," he says. "A company called GeneCo set up shop in the Bay Area and got huge, and a city basically cropped up around them the bigger they got. I've been there basically since birth."

"GeneCo? That sounds like an evil corporation," Cisco notes.

He's totally joking, but at the same time not, because seriously, it's got a kind of Blue Sun, Umbrella Corporation vibe to it.

Graverobber makes a low, unreadable noise while he tries to phrase his reply. "They're...complicated," is what he eventually says, taking another sip of his drink before continuing. "I mean, they're evil, I'm not denying that. They also saved the world. So most people love 'em."

Cisco arches a brow.

"Okay... " He kind of gets it, though. It's almost the opposite of S.T.A.R. Labs; they're not evil, but after a giant explosion most people hate them. And now they're saving the world, or the city, at least...

"We'll go with complicated," he says with a nod, agreeing to leave it there.

"Complicated is a good word for it," he says, shrugging slightly. "But whatever, I'm biased against 'em probably anyway. But you're not wrong that they're kind of, ah, evil and scary and shit."

"What do they do, anyways?" he asks, taking another drink.

"They make organs," he answers. "Livers, lungs, hearts, that kind of stuff. The plague made people's organs fail, and too many people got sick to replace them. So that's how they saved everything, they made tech that could clone new parts and give them to sick people."

Cisco's face squicks for a moment, then turns thoughtful. "That actually sounds pretty helpful. I mean, at least they aren't harvesting them from people, right?"

Hoo boy. Erm. An odd look crosses Graverobber's face, and he takes another swig of his drink before saying, "Well...not when they put them in the first time, they don't, no."

Cisco's eyes widen, and now he's horrified.

"Okay, yup, definitely evil. What-- what do they-- what?"

"They take 'em back if you don't pay," he says with a small grimace. "If you need to get operated on and don't have the money upfront, they put you on a payment plan. If you don't keep up your payments, then they repossess their property. They just send a guy out with a scalpel and a tool bag and rip it right back out."

And the horror continues. Cisco puts a protective arm around his side.

"Are you for real? Geez, and I was scared to buy a new ride because I was worried about car payments."

He shakes his head, "Yeah, no. Mm-mmm, you won't find me waking up in a bathtub full of ice."

"Yeah, it's, you know, pretty shitty," he says. "I mean, most people have no choice, they get sick and they gotta get work done, or they get hooked on the painkillers and go in for more and more to keep the hits coming, so it's pretty fucked up. Not much to be done about it, I guess, but that's what it is."

"Seriously sick," he says, shaking his head. "That is way messed up."

Cisco sees even more now why this guy would want to be drinking.

"Glad you got Milliways to come to and get away from that scary."

Cisco isn't going to ask, because it'd probably be rude, but he sincerely hopes this guy doesn't have an organ he's making payments on.

"Thanks. The bar's been pretty awesome, not gonna lie," he says. "Seems to be that way for most everyone here, at least that I've talked to. But I guess there's no reason to complain about a friendly sentient establishment with unlimited alcohol."

"I think it's pretty fricken cool so far," Cisco says with glee. "I'm so stoked my friend decided to bring me here."

And that the door works for Cisco now, even if it took some trial and error.

"Huh, I didn't know you could bring people from outside here," he says, curious. He doesn't have anybody he necessarily wants to bring, but hey, it's good to know. "Who's the friend who brought you here?"

"He literally just opened the door and let me follow him in," Cisco says with a shrug. "But I'm new to the place so maybe there was more to it than that."

Finishing his butterbeer, Cisco throws a smile. "Barry Allen? He's been coming here for awhile, I guess."

"Ah, cool," he says. "I don't think I've met him yet. I'm fairly new myself so I'm still getting the lay of the land a bit. Don't think I've run across him so far."

"He's a cool guy," he replies with a smile.

"From what I've heard, there's a lot to see and get used to with this place."

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