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Having heard that Thursday nights were occasionally more interesting than other times of the week, Hal steps through the front door of Milliways for a second time today. Wisely, he left the Green Lantern uniform at home, going with jeans, a t-shirt and his jacket instead.

"Bar. Beer. Make it a Guinness, so dark that I won't know if you've dyed it festively green."

Stout in hand, Hal turns and leans back against the Bar, watching the crowd. After a day on patrol, he should relax like this more often.