http://silverageflash.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] silverageflash.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2005-03-17 08:58 am

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The green bagel on Barry's plate was a dead giveaway. It was St. Patrick's Day. And the bar was being funny.

Barry, in costume today but with the cowl down, found himself remembering the breakfasts before half the cops went to either watch over or march in the parade. Every year, Sgt. Fay, Sgt. O'Neil and Officer Murphy would bring in their wives' soda bread and hold a taste test. Barry never could tell the difference, but all threee swore by each wife's taste of Eire.

He took the bagel and his coffee to the back of the bar, and sat to think. To think about how he has a granddaughter who's also a hero. To think about how Bart seems so mercurial. And to think about Sara. Was she really flirting with him? Was he really flirting back? Should he be doing this? Is it too soon? Will it ever not be "too soon?"

He was confused. He didn't like confused. So he just sat back to eat his bagel.

[ooc: usual work-enforced slow-time advisory.]
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[personal profile] gone_byebye 2005-03-17 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Ray winces. "Sorry," he says, and finishes up his coffee. "Should've known that."
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[personal profile] gone_byebye 2005-03-17 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"I could deal with that," says Ray. "Assuming the absentminded came with the Prize... it's a little weird back home sometimes. I mean, yeah, Trans-Ocean 66 came home and kicked everything off, but we were the ones who scientifically proved the existence of spirits and ghosts. You'd think people would've noticed that, instead of just ... adapting."
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[personal profile] gone_byebye 2005-03-17 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Ray nods. "Take care," he says. "I'll see you around."

When Flash gets up to make his rounds, Ray stares at the table, looking thoughtful for a while. Then he goes back to quietly practicing his Japanese pronunciation.