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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[stilljustandrew]

The couple standing next to Lorne at the bar are collecting their own orders; one of them flicks a smile at him as they move away, heading for a table.

On the other side of them, and visible now, is a possibly familiar figure. He's absorbed in the book he's reading, and doesn't see Lorne right away.