[OOC: Not a problem; I'll have to deal with the big "24" plot going down soon.]
Gillette isn't quite sure what to do. "I've run into Jack Sparrow," he says dryly. "He was a scoundrel, as usual, but we managed to be surprisingly civil to each other. He told me he's had similar encounters with you."
"Yes, well." Gillette frowns. "He wasn't any less irritating than usual. If he'd desist in asking such personal questions, I'd be inclined to tolerate him more."
"If you find you cannot tolerate him, Lieutenant, I can only suggest you avoid him while in this place. To avoid any temptation to break the rules, you understand."
"I never said I couldn't tolerate him," says Gillette defensively. "I only wish he'd stop asking me about sensitive matters. Even if I needn't answer, it's still unforgivably rude of him."
"True," Gillette murmurs. "Does he do the same sort of thing with you, though, sir, or does he reserve the worst of it for me? He seems to like you quite well enough."
"It has been known. The easiest way to stop him is either to refuse to answer outright, or to give him a partial truth. He tends to be satisfied with that."
[OOC: Remarkably good timing, actually. :) G'night!]
Gillette nods, distracted by a commotion at the other end of the bar. "Yes. Well, sir, it was a pleasure to see you again, but I must excuse myself..."
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"Good evening, Lieutenant."
[ooc: not around for very much longer. we may have to slowtime]
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Gillette isn't quite sure what to do. "I've run into Jack Sparrow," he says dryly. "He was a scoundrel, as usual, but we managed to be surprisingly civil to each other. He told me he's had similar encounters with you."
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[ooc: sleep for me now. sorry.]
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Gillette nods, distracted by a commotion at the other end of the bar. "Yes. Well, sir, it was a pleasure to see you again, but I must excuse myself..."