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Ah, the joys of being of being newly Bound and mostly homeless. So far.

At least she's met a few vaguely "familiar" faces. Iris tries the door on several occasions and gives up after it opens on well, someplace entirely underwater.

Best to not flood the only place she can stay, she decides reluctantly. If the bar's chuckling, she's glad she can't hear it.

So now it's time to do what speedsters can't do best. Get rip-roaring drunk.

Bottles stack up, her forehead gets banged on the table and she's left miserably bored since this all happens in about fourteen minutes or less.

Ugh. Fourteen. She groans.

At least she hasn't seen her fourteen year-old father yet.

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Thad chuckles.

"A bitch, huh? Y'know.... Barry ahd something that made him hungover.... The bar could probably get you that."

"The bar's too busy laughing at me," she replies gloomily.

Thad stares at the bar, then back at her.

"Why do you think that? If it wa slaughing at you, there'd be margaritas."

Dryly. "You missed me drinking all of them."

"So you know? Bar is not the same as the Bar. Bar is who serves us, the Bar is what keeps people bound."

Thad touches the bar top.

"Scumble?"

Something that is made from apples...well...mostly apples....appears on the bar top.

"Huh?"

Iris shakes her head not sure what Thad meant then she eyes the drink.

"This Scumble looks like very much an apple pie that fell into a blender."

Thad takes a sniff of the fumes.

"Whew, pretty potent. I mean... Milliways is a seperate entity from the bar which serves us."

"Icy. Well, I have no grudge with the bar that serves me drinks." Pats it gently. "I just can't get drunk."

"As for Milliways..." Eyes the ceiling with irritation. "Grrr."

She tries the Scumble.

Thad steps back. If it can lay out Barry, he doesn't know what it'll do to other speedsters.

"I second that."

Quietly so they bar won't hear. Or because it amuses her. "?" They'd better be. She plans on doing it often.

She has a few sips and... "Apocalyptic! I feel a buzz at least."

Thad bobs his head.

"So allowed to grr. Just no violence. And no business."

Thad touches the bar.

"Another Please."

And he has a cup for himself, which he raises to his lips

"Whoo, potent."

"Grring is much better than acts of violence. I wouldn't want to hurt anyone."

Iris is very happy with her buzz so she keeps drinking.

Smiles at Thad. "You're a real lifesaver."

Thad blushes, and pretends to take another sip.

"Aw, shucks. We speedsters have to keep together, y'know?"

She smirks.

"True but still...thanks."

Thad gives her a friendly punch in the arm.

"So, Wallys daughter, huh? I don't remeber any record of that. What've you been up to? Who've you taken on?"

Iris blinks then chuckles.

"Lately? Just helping people in general. Hoo. I've taken on Lex Luthor most recently." Not alone, of course, but still...

Thad makes a face.

"Lex survived? thought he got killed off again."

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