Milliways, third strike

[nomorekaraoke]

Friday night. Thank goodness it is Friday night and Lorne's got nowhere to be but his dreary little office, and no one to chat up. He's all dressed up and got nowhere to go.

Nowhere but Milliways, and there's nowhere he'd rather be. He walks in like he always does (or, well, almost always), with a bounce in his step and an appreciative glance at everyone around. It's good to be here, among friends. And dear lordy, all the beautiful people, let's not forget about those.

"Bar, darling, fix me up with something good. I'm thinking hard liquor tonight, but something sweet?" Ta dah, Melon Bomb. "Thanks a bunch, love."

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[nomorekaraoke]

"I'm not up to philosophy, darling, if there isn't anything else you want me to tell you..."

He will not have a fit in the middle of the bar, he will not have any sort of fit in the middle of the bar, he will not make a fool of himself.

[stilljustandrew]

There's a lot he wants Lorne to tell him, but he's pretty sure he's not going to get those.

Andrew shakes his head, and makes a palm-out gesture that says go ahead.

[nomorekaraoke]

Having permission - which is rich in and of itself, him asking for permission to leave - Lorne gathers his coat and goes back from whence he came.

He's got a liquor cabinet at home just waiting to be emptied.