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[mnt_mike]

Mike doesn't bound down the stairs today. No, instead he sedately wanders down with a rather large covered basket under his arm. It looks something like a sewing basket. He takes a seat at an out of the way table, and begins to unpack various and sundry sewing supplies.

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[mnt_mike]

Mike flags down a wait rat. The beer and ashtray are delivered post haste. Or maybe it's ante haste. One of the two.

"How's tricks?"

[xweapon.livejournal.com]

Logan extends just the barest hint of a claw and punctures the end of the cigar. He flips open the zippo, and fires uip the cigar.
"S'o.k." he replaies.
"Still gettin' used t' this joint."

[mnt_mike]

Oh how Mike is controlling his inner fanboy. So much control. Look at the control. CONTROL.

"It does grow on you after a while."