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lt_safe_houseDate: 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.
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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Date: Sunday, 16 October 2011 12:22 (UTC)"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."