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Liam comes down into the bar, yawning, his hair and clothes still rumpled.

Couches are not comfortable places to sleep. Liam had forgotten this fact. His back hurts.

He wanders over to the bar, and is rather startled, before he's said a word, to be presented with an Irish breakfast and a shamrock plant in a pot.

"Thank you, Bar..."

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She gives a small smile to Liam from down the bar.

He smiles back, politely.

"Hi, Liam."

"Hi..." Like most people, he's trying to remember where he knows her from.

There could be a few places. But she looks like a very old friend.

"Pull up a chair, I'll buy you a drink."

He does so, still trying to figure it out.

"Thanks."

The stillness that comes in hospitals, sometimes, after the doctors have fought long and hard. The spaces between the notes.

"Quite welcome. How've you been? How's Megan?"

He shivers, a little, without quite knowing why.

"Oh, she's fine. I'm okay."

She grins.

"You have no clue who I am, do you?"

"Er... no", he admits sheepishly. "Sorry."

"It's alright. Most people don't remember the first time, anyway." No one does, actually.

She lifts her White Russian to her lips, (because when is she without one?) smiling.

"I'm Death. Hi."

He blinks, but smiles slowly.

"Ah. That would explain that, then. Hi."

"Hi."

A grin.

"So, um... you've probably seen me quite a few times..."

She nods.

"Yeah. There's been a couple."

"The island..." He hesitates. "The hospital?"

"Yep."

A pause.

"You're an alright kid, Liam."

He smiles slightly.

"Thanks."

"I only call 'em how I see 'em."

"I've wondered, sometimes. Haven't always done so well."

"You do what you have to, I find."

"Not always for the right reasons, though."

There's a pause.

Then, quietly, gently,

"You wanna talk about it?"

He sighs, looking at her sideways, and takes a drink from the pint of Guinness the bar decides to give him, before he answers.

"It's a very long story... not sure where to start."

"You could try the beginning. That's usually the best place."

She really does look like an old friend.

Yes, she does, and he nods slowly.

"I guess that'd be... when we signed the contract. Seems like most of what's happened since then comes from that."

"The life of a rock star, huh?"

She knows. Oh how she knows.

He half-laughs.

"Yeah. Not that we were stars for long... but it was long enough."

"Did you like it? Being a rock star, I mean."

This is rather an odd question, as she rather resembles a rock star herself, in some small way. Maybe it's just the sense that you should know her. Maybe it's not. Hard to say, really.

He has to think about that one, and try to remember.

"I always loved the music, except after I was too far into the heroin to care. And as for the starry bits... I was nineteen, and we ruled the world, for a while. Yeah. I liked it."

"Nineteen's a good age to think that you rule the world."

She's smiling.

"I think you've done alright, since then."

"I've done the best I could", he answers with a slight but real smile in return. "Could've gone a lot worse. I've got Megan and Karen to keep me right."

"Family's important."

She looks down into her glass.

It's difficult to say what she's thinking of.

He nods quietly.

"I know. When I thought Charlie was... this place is a blessing."

She thinks of Morpheus.

"It really is."

He just smiles.

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