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Elaine goes over to say hello. "Hi, George."

No good even. Spending time in modern society will do that for a girl's language.

"Are you well?"

George looks up, smiles at Elaine. "I'm as good as I've ever been," he nods. "How are you?"

"All right. I spent some time out of the bar. It wasn't entirely fun. What have you been doing to pass the time.?"

George shrugs. "Watching movies, mostly. Reading. Stuff like that. Nothing terribly excitin." He gives her a faint smile. "How's things on the other side? Since, you know. I can't exactly leave."

"I suppose they're about the same as they were when you were in 2003. I went to Los Angeles, in that year." Elaine shrugs, as well. "It was rather a trying experience in many ways."

"You can do that?" He raised his eye brows. "Isn't that like, I don't know. Time traveling?"

"It was not my intention to go there. I...stepped outside the door and the bar closed the door behind me. Then the door disappeared." Elaine sighs. "Ryan was at his wit's end."

George might remember that waitress from the Day and Night Diner. Then again, he might not.

"Ryan. Right." George nodded. "Did you...this is gonna sound crazy. Did you work at a diner? In my time?"

"Yes. I waited on you. More than once. I was in Los Angeles for two months. It was three weeks or thereabouts here." She smiles. "It was rather stressful."

George nods. "I...I remember you." His brow squinches in thought. "It's kind of disjointed. But I remember."

She smiles. "Yes, people have been telling me that since my return."

"I bet." George smiles.

"I remember the pie. The pie was delicious." He rubs his forehead. It felt like a memory long ago buried, something he hadn't thought of for a very long time and suddenly remembered quite vividly.

Elaine laughed. "That was my first attempt at baking in a modern stove. I'm glad you liked it."

"You did all right." He smiled again and picked at his fruit salad. He didn't care much for the strawberries and puched them to the side.

"Do you think you'll ever go back there?"

Elaine shakes her head vigorously. "I do not want to." She rubs her left arm. "I think by the end that it was more than enough. Besides...I couldn't tell anyone who I was, and I had no identification, so I had to work what they call 'under the table'..." She smiles wryly. "Plus, getting shot can take the beauty out of anyplace."

His eyes widen for a moment. "You got shot? What happened?"

"There was a holdup at the diner. One waitress got killed, the manager got shot but lived, and I got shot. Slapped around a bit, too."

Elaine shrugs. "A Lady by the name of Moiraine Healed me, when I got back."

"I'm sorry that happened, That must have been awful. Especially for you, being out of your own time." George shivers slightly.

He's used to death, certainly. He's seen it often enough. Dealt with it, faced it. And thinking of Elaine in his time reminded him he would be dead as soon as he walked out the door.

"It was pretty horrendous. But I'm back here now, safely dead, instead of endangered dead, so to speak." Elaine snorts softly.

"I'm glad to be back."

George nods. "I'm glad you're back. And safe and healed."

Elaine beams. "Thank you." She picks up her beer. "I'm going to have to get along...I've got a lot of things to do, since this sickness has affected a friend of mine. I hope to see you again soon, George."

Sickness? George doesn't know anything about any sickness. He hopes it's not serious.

He smiles politely. "All right. I'll see you around. It's good to see yu again, Elaine. Take care of yourself. And Ryan."

Elaine grins. "Oh, you may count on that, George. Have a lovely night."

And with that, she takes her leave.

"HI!"

George jumps, startled. Seeing the triplets, he tries to scoot closer to the wall.

"Um. Hi?"

And the Triplets see him scooting closer to the wall. This makes them scoot closer to George, smiling wildly.

"Burn your pants?"

"No. I like my pants. I need my pants." George said to them, eyes wide, still trying to back away from them.

Back away into the wall? Where they can get George cornered? YAY!

"Ok. Well. How about your tie then? But it's an ugly tie. His pants are ugly. But not as stupid looking as that tie. And his shirt is weird."

George fingers his tie. He doesn't want to give that up either.

"My son gave me this tie." His eyes dart from one to the next.

"So?" The witch eyes him oddly.

"So...I'm keeping the tie. And the pants." George says firmly. his back is to the wall, he's effectively trapped, and doing his best to stay calm.

They're just kids, he tells himself. Just harmless little kids. Harmless. Yeah right.

The three notice the wall. They turn to eachother. Well, this is interesting...

They lower their masks and march forward, laughing maniacally.

"You're not taking my tie." George said, a bit harshly.

They still giggle and march. That's fine, they'll take your underpants instead.

"What are you doing?"

George eyes them. He makes a grab for the one closest to him.

"HEY!" Lock lashes out. The other two scramble to Tub where they get their weapons out.

Shock brandishes her Ax and Barrel a long sword. Lock struggles in George's grasp.

"GET IM! DRAW BLOOD!"

"Isn't there a 'no violence' rule in the bar?" George asks, raisin an eyebrow at the kids. "Put the weaons down, I'll give you your brother back, and I'll keep ALL of my clothes. That way, no one gets hurt."

They tried to killed Santa.

Draw your conclusion.

George gulps. And maintains his hold on Lock.

Barrel growls and Shock wails. They jab their weapons toward George.

"HEY!" One of them hit Lock. Hard.

George makes a grab for the sword. He cuts his hand, but gets a hold on it. Firmly, though his grip slips because of the blood gushing from his hand. He still tries to hold on, to keep them from hurting themselves. Or him any worse than his hand.

Well ok, if George wants to be foolish like that.

Barrel flails wildly, pulling the sword back and forth in a jerking motion.

Shock lunges from the side with her Ax.

George grunts as he's hit witht h ax, just the tip of it nickinghis chest, but still. Pain explodes at the contact, and his hand is on fire.

He lets go of the sword, giving it a thrust since his hand is chopped up anyway, hoping to knock the handler off balance. He doesn't have much grip, but he gets both hands on the devil and swings him toward the witch.

All three go flying off into the air across the room. Tub goes off in search of the three. Before it goes, it deposits a knit scarf in front of George.

George piks up the scarf and wraps it carefully around his hand. After a moment, he heads over to the message baord to post a request for a healer.