lt_safe_house | A night at the bar

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A night at the bar

Date: April 2, 2003, evening
Status: Public (Complete)
Setting: The Manor Bar
Summary: Loki invited me for a drink, so here I am... Let's see who else is coming.

Staying in one place for a while had its advantages. Loki was in a surprisingly good mood. Whistling a tune he had heard at sometime during the past few weeks and that had stuck in his head, he walked into the manor bar. he was hoping his other self would make good on the promise that they'd have a drink or two together. He most definitely wanted to find out a bit more about him. As important it was to know both your friends and enemies inside out - it was certainly even more important to know yourself, if you were planning to end the world.

In the door that lead to the bar, he stopped to see who else was present, if anyone.

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"Nope," Loki replied with a happy grin. "Fresh and pure is best. And it's healthy, too, can you believe it? Me, liking healthy stuff."

"The disco's full of kids with nothing but their pocket money. Most interesting thing to do there would probably be to turn into a puppy and beg for ear scratches." He laughed. "Or maybe a rat and take a little tour behind the bar? That might be entertaining."

"A puppy?" Loki looked shocked. "Really now... and no, I can hardly believe it! What happened to you?"

He squinted at his other self, trying to determine if he looked older than he should. "How long has it been since you ate your last Apple?"

"Yes, puppies are popular with children, you know. Kittens, too, but then I might get adopted by Gabriel," Loki explained. "Though, on second thought, that might be fun, too."

"Apple? Oh, not that long. The doctors in London were all so very fond of healthy eating and I somehow got in the habit of eating lots of fruits and vegetables. It's tasty and good for you, you know. You should try it, too."

"Doctors?" Loki said, playing a random card, just for a change. "Whast would you have to do with doctors? What were you doing in London anyway?"

"Well, I met a lot of them when I was there," Loki said with a shrug trying to cover the slip up. "Strange people, so very serious and talking more Latin than English at times."

"Do they go to bars a lot?" Loki asked, trying to imagine where his other self might have met a lot of doctors. Up to now he had thought that London was just a normal town, with a normal quota of anything - including doctors.

Loki shrugged again. "As much as other people, I expect. There just happened to be a lot of them where I went. You know those coincidences? Don't see a dwarf for months and then suddenly there's a whole inn full of them just when you happen to insult their king?"

Loki grinned, playing another card. His other self hadn't played, but he thought the pause in the game had been quite enough. They weren't really playing by any actual rules anyway, so the situation might just as well call for another card being played by him.

"I know what you mean," he said and laughed. "Tell me about the dwarves, though! It sounds fun."

"Not your turn," Loki commented half heartedly and threw two cards down. His hand was getting rather empty, so he picked one up as well. "The dwarves were fun ... after I introduced them to Thor at least."

Thor hadn't been overly pleased, though. For some reason he hadn't wanted to believe that Loki had done it all for his entertainment.

"Is that your Thor, my Thor or our Thor?" Loki asked with a raised eyebrow.

He put down his last card.

"There," he said. "You win. You can have the cards as a price if you want to."

"Mine most likely," Loki replied with a shrug. "It was a long time ago, but not that long and I don't know yours."

He'd won? Just what game had they been playing? Oh well, he saw no reason to argue with himself over a matter that was in his favour.

"Thank you." Well in reality it was merely an exchange of packs, but this one was in slightly better condition than his own had been. He picked them up and quickly counted the cards.

"Well," Loki said, emptying the last of his mead. "Then I guess I'll go find something to eat for myself now. If you don't mind, that is?"

"Of course not," Loki said with a smile. "The hotel's restaurant's right over there and there are some nice places in the town as well. I'd join you, but I've already eaten and I've got an appointment to play cards with some of the most wonderful oafs you can imagine. My funds are running a bit low, you see."

It was the first time he'd out and out lied to himself and it was all he could do not to give himself away by nervously checking his other self's expression. Odin sometimes fell for half truths and omissions, but almost always caught Loki's outright lies. Was it possible that his brother knew him better than he knew himself?

"So, see you later then?"

"Hm," Loki said. "Restaurant first, then maybe I'll visit the town and see what I can find there. Maybe you'd like to introduce me to your oafs later?"

He smiled pleasantly. He supposed his other self's card-playing oafs would have breasts, beautiful hair and they would play their 'card-game' in various states of undress.

"Sure," Loki promised. "If they're still around by the time you get back."

He'd introduce himself to the carpenter and plumber sometime. They definitely qualified as oafs.

His decision to eat at the manor constituted a problem, though. Most likely he'd return to his room between dinner and going out. It wouldn't be wise to act while the other self was still at the manor and if he was still around when he left and had no card round to show ... Loki decided to postpone his plan and disappear into the attic instead.

With a smile, Loki bowed slightly to his other self, and let himself out.

Well, he thought, among themselves they would be able to make this place quite interesting.

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