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Connor likes to be well prepared. That's why he's been sleeping later since the bar has started grabbing him: as much as he likes to enjoy the early morning dew, he feels he needs to sacrifice a few minutes of it. If this place is going to keep interrupting his sleep, then he needs to prepare for this.

It's been working pretty well, but he hasn't been snatched by the bar again. At least not until today. And when he walks into it rather than his bedroom (for a third time), he can't help but grin a little.

He wonders what interesting things he'll see today...

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Duo cheerfully waves a spoon at the mysterious guy. "Hiya, Arrow. Back again, I see. How was patrolling?"

"Oh, hey there." Connor waves a little at the man he'd met last time. "It was a bit stressful, honestly. How have you been?"

"Better and better," he intones solemnly, then grins. "What does patrolling involve, anyway? Do you cooperate with local law enforcement, or are you on your own?"

"We tend to hand the bad guys over to the police, yes," Connor says. "It's the right thing to do."

If that's what he meant, anyway.

"I'm guessing you're more of a vigilante than an accepted branch of the system, then. I get that, though I am part of the system, now." Duo gives Connor a crooked grin.

"Oh? And what do you do?" Connor raises an eyebrow. He's a little surprised by that, but that's only because of what the man had said previously.

"I'm a Preventer. Peacekeeping officer, from my time. Demolitions, crack shot, and special ops." He grins, and shows Connor the Preventers ID.

Connor studies the ID curiously. "Sounds interesting. Special ops? What does that entail?"

Duo smirks. "Anything the other teams don't want to do. If you want someone to sneak in to a fortress, and either have no one know you were there, or leave not even two bricks standing on top of each other, you send me. Or my friends."

"Interesting," Connor blinks. "And how would you pull off that brick move?" Yes, he is going to keep asking questions until Duo says otherwise.

"Explosives," he says with a wicked grin. "Lots of them. And... general mayhem, that sort of thing. Widescale destruction was easier when we had our Gundams, though."

"...and you aim for widescale destruction?" That was more than a little worrying. Connor thought that people would want to try to -prevent- that.

Duo chuckles. "That was during the way. I'm a Preventer now. We try and stop that sort of thing before it starts, now. But now and then, yanno. Sometimes you just have to make something go boom."

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"We've got to stop meeting like this," came the familiar voice of a friend as an arm was slung around Connor's shoulder.

Who else could it be but a grinning Kyle Rayner? He had been dropped into the bar once again, and in civvies, too! But he didn't really care at this point.

Why does Kyle get the civvies? It's not fair. It should be switched around. Kyle's uniform is more interesting, anyway.

"But if we did, my life would be less interesting," Connor says, offering a smile for his friend.

You mean, leaves less to the imagination? Or perhaps it helps the imagination. Or should we call it fantasies? He did have that collar, after all...

"Aww. Do you miss me?" He asked, grinning. But in reality, he meant it. He missed Connor in his day-to-day life out in space. Hell, he missed a lot of people. But Connor and Jen most.

No, the -ring-. That made it much more interesting. It has nothing whatsoever to do with the collar. ~~Although Connor did wonder about the collar sometimes.~~

And, because Connor is not the type to be in denial, he'll freely admit to missing Kyle. "Of course."

Oh, the endless fantasies that one could come up with the ring! But of course, Kyle wasn't going to mention that. Because that actually had nothing to do with the current conversation.

"Man, you're probably one of the few men in this world who will admit so easily to missing someone," Kyle said with a laugh. "But I miss you too, man."

And that isn't a conversation they're going to have, if Connor has his way about it. It'd kill his brain, if he didn't die of blushing first.

It's possible, you know.

"Why?" Connor asks curiously. "There's nothing -wrong- with missing someone." Ah, Kyle missed him too? "Guess it's a good thing we both found this place."

Kyle wouldn't let him die. He'd find someway to sustain him.

...With his ring! Ah, handy thing.

"It's just not considered a manly thing to do. Women everywhere would gasp in shock if they saw us right now," he said with a grin.

Except that would make it worse, because it would have been a conversation about the ring, after all.

"That's...strange," Connor says puzzledly. "Is that why I..." He blinks and trails off. No, no going there with Kyle. He'd never hear the end of it.

Exactly! That was the whole entire point.

"What?" Kyle asked curiously, nudging Connor. "Why you what?"

That's evil, Kyle. Very evil. Do you -want- Connor to be completely dead of overload?

"No, forget it," Connor says, shaking his head. "So, what's new?" He tries as a distraction tactic. Probably won't work, but it's worth trying.

Of course not. That would be no fun. It would simply be...a demonstration of power. Yes. And how he could save Connor's life in a creative way somehow. With his ring.

Yeah, distracting Kyle didn't work. He's curious as a cat.

"Nope. What were you going to say, Connor?"

And what sort of creative ways would that be?

Connor just shakes his head at Kyle again. "There's no throwing you off the scent, is there?" He grins ruefully. "People just seem to get this...conception of me, and I wonder if it has anything to do with me not acting the way I 'should'."