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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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Not far off, sitting near but not right at the fire, reading a book, is a seven foot tall tree in the shape of a man. Or maybe it's a man in the shape of a tree.

A giant of a man is sitting at the bar when the newcomer approaches, smiling at his conversation with Bar. The large Guardian is armed and armored to a ridiculous degree, what with his staff, repeater cannon, power cells attached to a red carapace, and coolant tank. Hidden away are knives in his boots and a shockstick up his left sleeve.

"Hoi! May the Force of others be with you! I'm Baze Malbus. Are you a friend of Barry's? I saw you two enter together."

Edited 2017-12-19 03:49 (UTC)

Graverobber is sitting off to one side, sipping a cheap American lager out of a frosted mug. He tilts his head at the sight of the caramel-looking beer that pops up from the counter, which seems much more dessert-like than the typical lagers he's seen.

"What kind of drink is that?" he asks, nodding at the mug, curious.

Scanning the bar, Tree Dude is hard to miss.

Cisco's eyes widen for a moment, then narrow the next before falling into a curious expression.

"Huh."

Cisco is completely unarmed, unless one counts the Phillips head screw driver he has tucked into his back pocket, but that would hardly save him from much beyond a matching screw.

The greeting makes him grin, and Barry's name makes his smile widen further. Looking over, Cisco pauses to blink a moment. The guy is a big dude, and Cisco is kind of short in stature to begin with. And then there are all the armaments.

Shaking himself out of it, Cisco nods and replies cheerfully, "Yeah, I am. My name's Cisco."

Not about to be rude to an acquaintance of Barry's, Cisco offers out his hand.

"It's a Butterbeer," Cisco replies, licking foam from his lip.

He looks over and then head tilts a little at the man, before raising his mug in a salute. "It's great."

Hey, points for giving your name, Cisco! Baze sure appreciates that. He gladly shakes Cisco's hand, in a grip that's firm, but gentle. Baze is fully aware of his size and his strength, and he knows how to give a handshake that doesn't crush the recipient's hand. He even hunches a little, to appear smaller.

"Pleasure to meet you, Cisco. How do you know Barry?"

Cisco is half expecting the strongman grip some guys insist on giving, and not having his hand crushed makes Cisco return the shake cheerfully.

"You too, man. Me and Barry are buds. We... Kind of work together in Central City."

"'Kind of' work together?" Baze says, chuckling as he withdraws his hand.

"Well, okay! You're new, right? Did Barry give you the run down?"

"Yeah, well I guess you could say I sometimes help Barry with his day job, and he spends time at mine," Cisco replies with his own chuckle.

Nodding to the question, he takes a drink then swipes foam off of his mouth with his forearm.

"Second time here. Barry have me the basics when he brought me in, I think. About the rules, and Bar, and kind of how things work here. It's all pretty wild, still."

"Huh," Baze says, picking up his own cup of surprise tea to take a gulp.

"So you really do kind of work together. I get that. Well, I'm glad he told you what was what around here. I'm on Security, and I'm dead, so I'm always around if you need me. If anyone gives you trouble, just holler."

Cisco doesn't mind that Baze is dead, right? He did kind of bury the lede.

Alec looks up from his book. And sees the sort of expression he's used to from the curious. "Hello."

"Hi... "

Let it never be said that what Cisco sometimes lacks in social skills he doesn't make up for in amicable excitability. Dropping his unsure expression, Cisco sits up on his stool and smiles.

"I'm Cisco. From Earth."

"Yeah, in an unofficial capacity, but we hang all the time."

Cisco brightens when Baze says he's on security, but Cisco's expression blanks a moment later, because yeah, he totally caught that dead part.

"Are you a zombie, bro?"

Barry totally skipped that part about Milliways.

Baze laughs, shaking his head.

"I've heard of zombies, and I'm pretty sure I'm not one of those," he says, offering Cisco a smile.

"For one, I don't crave brains, though I like conversation. But tbe dead come here, same as the living. The only differences between us is that we can't see our doors, and we don't age."

Cisco processes that, reassured that Baze doesn't want brains, but still a touch leery.

"I have so many questions, but they would be massively inappropriate to ask," he says at last. "But I do gotta know, did you die here, or somewhere else?"

Well. That's a question Baze has never been asked. It's a touch uncomfortable.

"My first death was on Scarif, back in my galaxy. My second death was on one of the Earths. That's another thing about the dead--we come back, sometimes."

Cisco's 'you've made someone uncomfortable'-sense is tingling, and he gives Baze an apologetic look. He was trying not to do that, but sometimes, Cisco is not the most graceful social creature.

"Sorry. I only ask because the last time I was here there was this dude who seemed pretty determined to convince me and Barry this place was some sort of death trap. Milliways is awesome, but I really don't want to be murdered by the end of the universe."

He hopes that explanation excuses what he now realizes was an asshat question to ask.

Baze holds up a hand, palm out. He's back to smiling.

"That makes total sense to me. Milliways isn't the safest place in the universe--that's what Security is for--but neither is it a death trap. That's just ridiculous. Sure, we've had monsters show up here, but for the most part, they're patrons just like everyone else."

Cisco is relieved that Baze doesn't send him packing, and settles in again.

"Barry didn't seem overly concerned, but I happen to be soft, slow and very squishable, so I'm glad the place isn't out to kill me."

And now that he knows Baze is on security, Cisco won't be afraid to hide behind the big guy should trouble crop up without Barry around.

"Neat," he says, nodding his head and raising his mug in kind. "So it's beer that tastes like...butter?" Graverobber is sadly unfamiliar with the mythos that is Harry Potter.

"Mm, more butterscotch-ish." He takes a drink, smacking his lips. "It's kind of a hard flavor to describe."

"Huh, okay," Graverobber says, surprised. That actually sounds kind of delicious, possibly. "Is it real beer, too?"

"Minor booze content," he admits, holding up his thumb and forefinger pinched together in illustration.

"It'll get a House-elf drunk, though."

"Ah, boo to that, then," he says. "Was thinking of ordering one. Maybe I still will, and just dunk a shot in, car-bomb style."

Taking a sip of his drink, he adds, "Don't know what a house-elf is, though. Elves that quit living in the woods?"

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