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Jack's INNA BOX in the bar. His clothes are still slightly dusty from helping Asar-Suti out with the building work, and, having done something constructive around the place, he's not feeling at quite such a loose end.

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"Hmm. Haven't encountered any deities, though if I see Jehovah around here, I'm kicking him in the shins." Sara leans back in her chair, easily detecting his skirting around her question. Classified project, I'll bet.

"I walked into my lab's supply closet to restock my field kit and found myself here a few days ago. It's grown on me, oddly enough.

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"I walked out of a-" time machine "fighter-jet and found myself here too. Not been able to get back yet, but I found a couple of people I knew; they said it's nothing to worry about. Bar puts you where you're supposed to be, and all that Zen Buddhist cr-" Jack, you're talking to a lady. "stuff."

"A scientist, huh? I work with a couple of them myself. Don't know what they're talking about half the time, but all those years in college sure showed 'em how to party."

[ooc: Bloody hell. Losing ability to type *headdesk*]

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OOC: Don't feel bad--I've posted several times in my own journal name. I feel your pain.

Sara laughs. "No need to worry about censoring yourself. I work with a Texas cowboy, among other people. My skin's pretty thick."

"And yeah, I'm a scientist. A forensic investigator, actually, with the Las Vegas Crime Lab. And scientists throw better parties, in my experience." She winks at him, not offended by his candor.

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"Forensics? Sweet. Catching the bad guy and all that, sounds fun."

"So now I know you're not a goddess, do you want a drink?"

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Sara smiles wryly. "It's fun sometimes, and coming up with experiments is always a good challenge. But...well, we see the underbelly of society. And if I could go a week without having to process a rape or child abuse case, I'd be happy."

"Only puny mortals get drinks from you? Racist! A drink sounds lovely though--a Long Island, if they make those here."

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Jack listens sympathetically, then flags down a wait-rat. He'll never get used to this.

"A Long Island Tea for the lady, and a Jack Daniels for me."

The rat waits.

"Er, please."

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Sara tilts her head curiously. "Is the staff upset with you for some reason?"

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The rat scampers off.

"Nah. I don't think so. They just like me to be polite."

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"Hmmm." Sara gives the rat a quick smile when it returns with their drinks. It scuttles off, chattering in ratspeak at another of its brethren.

"I admit I find giving my order to a rodent or a sentient bar unusual. Even by Vegas standards."