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[kristallprinz.livejournal.com]

Date: 18 May, evening
Location: Bar
Status: Public
Summary: This is all so frustrating... I need a drink


Nothing, nothing, nothing! There were lots of different creatures around here that weren't Terran Barbarians, but none of them had given him the slightest opening yet. Well, he had learned to be patient over the past millennia.

Still, there were times when he needed some distraction from his fruitless search for a way home. The bar was likely to be a good place to go looking for it. He'd see if they had some decent wine.

He entered the bar and quickly looked around. There didn't seem to be any guests yet, but the grey-haired man with the cane, whome he had encountered back when that Raphael had arrived here, was busy behind the counter.

"Wine," he ordered as he walked up to him. "Red, dry." Then he waited to see what, exactly, the man would serve him.

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[halosphere.livejournal.com]

"I will," he promised. He released the edge of his robe that he realized he had been scrunching in his nervousness. "I'll be bafk in a couple hours to help with clean-up. I'll let my brothers know I'll be here, one of them will probably want to watch."

They don't trust me... He gave his head a shake. Now was not the time to wallow in misery, not when he had an opportunity to help.

[josephdawson.livejournal.com]

"If they want to come and watch they better come to help," Joe commented. "I don't mind a helping hand, but I won't have that hand gawked at."

This is Raphael's last post here :3

[halosphere.livejournal.com]

They're just trying to protect me, he thought feebly. But he gave a smile and put his money, with a generous tip, on the counter. "I'll come by in a few hours," he told him, cheeks coloring in shame as his mind whirled with what he had done here. He turned and left quickly.

[josephdawson.livejournal.com]

Joe shook his head slightly as he put the money away. At some point he'd had to take that one aside and talk to him in private. Something did seem to be seriously wrong about him.

He shook off that particular train of thought and looked at his remaining guests. "Anything else I can do for you?" he asked.

[quickneatuntrac.livejournal.com]

"Another of this," Murdoc said, indicating his now-empty drink. He looked at the others. "Anyone up to a game of cards?"

[josephdawson.livejournal.com]

"Anytime," Joe said, glancing at the remaining guest and adding with a grin: "So long as it won't interfere with my work."

[quickneatuntrac.livejournal.com]

"Got cards around?" Murdoc asked, patting his pockets even though he knew there were none in them.

[josephdawson.livejournal.com]

"Sure do," Joe said, fishing a deck from under the counter and pointing to a table. "Let's move over there?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_silverfox/]

"Sure," Murdoc said as he followed Joe to one of the small, round tables. He glanced back at the white-haired man. "You coming?"

"Sure," Atlan said, getting up and walking over to the table with the two others. "What are we playing?"

Joe sat at the table and started shuffling the cards.

"Poker?" he suggested.

"Sounds just perfect."

Murdoc slid into a chair across from Joe.

"I hope that Adam doesn't mind gambling," Atlan said as he sat as well.

"We can always agree on giving the money back," Murdoc suggested.

"Let's start."

Joe dealt the cards, thinking of his poker nights with some other watchers. He wouldn't mind making this a regular meeting.

It was late by the time they finished playing and broke up the round.

Atlan tossed money for his wine and a nice tip on the table.

"Keep your winnings," he told Joe. "And before we next play, you'll have to tell me how you do it."

"No way," Joe said. "I like to win."