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Chris is down in the bar, at the Bar.

She orders a salad and some lemonade. For a moment she's tempted to get something alcoholic but sensibility wins out. Besides, the Bar is moving slow enough with the orders as it is.

Chris grabs a fork and starts poking at her salad. Maybe she'll actually eat some of it. You can come talk to her if you want, she might actually talk back.

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"Depends what you mean by 'interesting.'" He rolls his eyes. "Have you met Mercutio?"

"No," she says furrowing her brow.

"From...Romeo & Juliet?"

"Yeah," he says, scowling. "Guy's a friggin' menace. Tybalt should've stabbed him harder."

"Well, he was a bit of a rascal in the play."

She takes a sip of her lemonade. "What did he do?"

He pauses, trying to think how to word things without mentioning the flirtation. He probably shouldn't have brought Mercutio up at all; he doesn't know what had made him mention it.

"He just kept harassing me while I was trying to eat. Being kind of obscene. I've just been trying to stay away from him for the past few days."

Chris is a more than a little curious about the "obscene" part but doesn't react. "That's probably wise. Some of the people in the bar can be pretty strange."

"Yeah." He shrugs, glad that she's not asking any further questions.

He sets his empty coffee cup down on the Bar. "Hey, Bar, can I get some more coffee?"

Nothing happens. He rolls his eyes.

"Well, anything else interesting been happening with you?"

"Not really," she lies calmly.

"Did you know Chase left?"

"Yeah," he says, frowning. "Can't say I'll miss him too much." ~~And then his pants promptly burst into flame.~~

Chris just raises her eyebrows and nods.

"Well, Chase isn't always the easiest person to be around."

"Why, what's he done to you?" He frowns. He has his own reasons for not getting along with Chase, but he can't imagine that Chris' would be similar.

"We just don't get along. He has a tendency to shoot his mouth off," she says with a shrug.

An unwanted memory of Jack and Chase questioning her about Kim's disappearance comes to mind and she looks away and takes a sip of her lemonade.

Lee, who is so totally not one to talk, nods sagely. "Yeah, he does. I mean, you just want to punch the guy sometimes..."

He has a brief flash of memory about certain other things Chase can do with his mouth, and coughs uncomfortably.

Hey, Chris can do some interesting stuff with her mouth too. Still the wrong gender though.

The idea that Lee and Chase ever tried to date, or whatever, is almost amusing to Chris now. "Yeah, you do."

Oh, save it for Jack. :)

"I do kind of wish I'd talked to him before he left, though." He shrugs. He finds it easier to talk to Chris than to Chase, though the romantic parts of both relationships had ended on similar notes.

"I mean...he's not a bad guy. Just kind of a jerkoff sometimes." ~~Pot. Kettle. Black.~~

"I haven't seen your dad around here yet," he says, changing the subject. "Is he still here?"

Chris nods to his statements about Chase. She idly wonders if Lee is in love with him or just infatuated.

The mention of her father, though, sobers her. "Yeah, he is. I spent yesterday with him."

Subconsciously, Lee often wonders the same thing himself.

He nods. "How's he doing? You said he's been here a while..."

"He's doing really well, actually" she attempts a smile at this.

"He's happy."

[OOC: How well do you think Ryan and Castle would know each other, if at all? I mean, if Castle worked for CTU-San Francisco before Day 4, he'd still have been under Ryan's jurisdiction.]

"Well, that's good." It's comforting to know that it's possible for someone to be happy here even if they're dead. And it's nice that it's making Chris happy.

[OOC: He's probably heard of him. Ryan seems to know the name of EVERYONE at CTU:LA. Not just the department heads.]

"He's, uh, seeing someone," Chris adds.

[OOC: Could they have met once or twice?]

"Really?" Unexpected, but interesting. "Who?"

[OOC: Sure!]

"Her name's Elaine. She's a British woman. From the 12th century," Chris says dryly.

And she's eighteen. Not that Chris has any room to judge anymore.

[OOC: Yay. That makes things a little easier.]

He pauses a moment. "That kind of thing happens a lot around here, doesn't it?"

"More often than you know." ~~Heh.~~

"Most people don't even bat an eyelash at the unusual couples."

"Well, I'm not saying there's anything wrong with it, but...I mean, how does that work? Dating someone when there's a thousand-year time difference?"