Happy Hour

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Bernard escapes the sickroom by the skin of his teeth.

His hair's a little sticky-uppy.

He strides behind Bar and takes a deep breath.

"Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour.

"Specials are a dirty vodka martini, a tequila sunset, and--" he shrugs, "--a cosmopolitan."

He rubs his eyes tiredly.

"What'll you have?"

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Bernard suppresses the urge to ask Raph what time it is.

"Anyway, 'Bert'll love it."

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Plan is to not get shot. I ain't as bullet proof as I used to be. Hate fishin' out frickin' bullets.

*He grumbles under his breath.*

A'right, gonna go drop this bad boy off. You uh...have a good shift or somethin'.

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"Yeah, thanks."

As if nothing happened.

Because nothing did.

Right.