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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.

[ooc: link leads to a short oom.]

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"Ew, more gross," he says about Todd trying to change people.

Cisco's expression drops into shock, and any of the non-serious notes that usually occupy all of his reactions and words drop out.

"Seriously? What happened?"

"He ... got away with it, I guess. Sort of." Andrew's voice is low, distant, just a little hollow. "We weren't sure for a while who did it, but ... he came back and told me. And then went back to his world, and died the death he gets in the story. Nothing changed."

I watched it happen, he doesn't say.

"... Sorry." He makes an effort to smile, or at least to lighten his expression. "Got a little grimdark, there."

Ciso's mouth thins into a line, and then a frown forms.

"It's cool," he says, shaking his head to the apology. "That sounds... pretty damn awful."

"Yeah," he says, quieter. "It was that. But it was a long time ago."

(And the thought strikes him: good grief, is Bowden the real reason he hasn't found or made time for a tabletop campaign in all the years since then? Is it really?

Note to self: seriously, get back into therapy, this is frelling ridiculous.)

"Anyway," and he doesn't really have a sentence to go with that anyway but feels like it needs saying.

Cisco flashes a smile, part sympathy, part apologetic, and part understanding about that 'anyway' that goes no where.

Picking up there instead of the grim topic, Cisco gives Andrew a nod. "It sounds like you've been around this place a long time."

"Yeah. Over a decade, on and off."

He glances around the room, with undisguised fondness in his face. "It's a good place."

He looks around and nods, too. "It feels like one. Y'know, for the most part. I really think I'm going to like it here."

"... see, now I can't decide whether to sing 'I Think I'm Gonna Like It Here' or 'Consider Yourself At Home,'" says Andrew mock-mournfully. "And I don't think they'll blend."

"How about we skip the singing and you show me what your favorite caffeinated beverage is in this place. I've been working all day and my java fix has expired," Cisco suggests with a grin.

"I could do that," he says cheerfully. "Are you a coffee guy, a tea guy, a carbonated beverage guy, or some unholy combination guy?"

(Talking of things that don't blend.)

"Mmm, give me coffee, any day, all day. Although carbonated beverages are good, too, and I very rarely say no to a frozen, slushified drink." Just so all the options were out there.

"... Hmmm. How do you feel about frozen slushified coffee?"

"Hell yeah, that sounds good to me."

"Okay, this is going to sound like either a weird question or else a dumb question, but do they have Frappucinos where you're from?"

Disappointment colors Cisco's expression.

"Aw, c'mon man, I thought you'd have like, an end of the universe blow my mind slushed coffee elixir," he scoffs, then adds quickly and eagerly, "That said, I will take one if that's what you got."

Because c'mon, Frappucinos are delicious.

"I mean, you gotta admit, a Frappucino would absolutely be a blow your mind slushed coffee elixir if you didn't have them in your world," he protests.

A beat.

"... I wonder if anyone's ever done an Irish coffee frapp."

"Hmm, point," he replies, giving that one to Andrew. "It is the kind of drink that becomes a transcendent experience the first time."

He gives a wistful sigh, then sits up in interest.

"Ooo, now you're talkin'."

"How about it, Bar? Frozen blended Irish coffee? Two tasting glasses?"

There's a pause, and the drinks appear: small glasses of about four ounces, each full of creamy-brown slush with a generous topping of whipped cream.

Cisco's eyes light and he reaches for one of the glasses.

"Noice." Raising his glass to Andrew, Cisco offers a toast. "To geeks at the end of the universe?"

"Geeks at the end of the universe," Andrew agrees, and clinks his glass against Cisco's.

[ooc: Perhaps a fade there?]

[I was thinking the same thing. What a great thread. :D Thanks!]

[ooc: Thank YOU! I loved it, thank you so much for sending Andrew. <3]

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