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Mouse in the bar. He's less disheveled than yesterday, and is wearing different clothes.

He looks around for people he knows, and also for people he'd like to know.

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He shakes his head.

"Nope. Breed just like your average American...but my brother pulled me into this government project that popped this gland in my head that lets me do that."

"Interesting." He doesn't mention how average Americans are bred in his world.

"It must come in handy." Mouse has wished he could be invisible at least a hundred times.

He nods.

"Yup. I work for the government. Plenty nifty."

He smiles and sits.

"You?"

"Currently dead. Formerly a programmer." He doesn't mention that he's broken countless computer laws and that he took down half a SWAT team once.

"Fun. Not really my thing, but Eberts packs a mean keyboard, so I've seen. Cool little guy, though."

Blah blah blah littlecakes. Mouse is touchy about the height and weight thing.

"You saw that picture, right? I designed her." Programmers are useful! Well, this one is. What with the making of the hotties and all.

Eyebrow quirk.

"You got some frustrations, man?"

He smirks.

"She's nice...though I prefer redheads...and the occasional brunette."

"No frustrations." Suuuuuure.

"Blondes are my thing, but I'll take whatever's around. Redheads are nice." He does not mention Shelley-the-redhead from Valentine's Day.

He smirks.

"Same here, really, but currently and, uh, forever more redheads and brunettes."

He points to the stairs.

"Sleepyheads."

He raises a questioning eyebrow.

"World of engaged. Twice even. Bren and Kes."

He smirks.

"Me? That's what you call a lucky man."

"Engaged twice? How's that work?"

"I'm engaged to Kes. I'm engaged to Bren. That's about it. We're not worrying about it here, really. It just is."

He shrugs. "Okay." Mouse is still curious, but he'll let it go.

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