Milliways, third strike
Apr. 5th, 2009 09:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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."
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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Date: 2009-04-17 11:44 am (UTC)He can’t read Lorne's tone at all, doesn't know whether that's sarcastm or just bitterness, but there's only one way to answer that question.
"Redemption isn't something you just wait for."
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Date: 2009-04-17 11:46 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2009-04-17 11:49 am (UTC)Andrew shakes his head, and makes a palm-out gesture that says go ahead.
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Date: 2009-04-17 11:53 am (UTC)He's got a liquor cabinet at home just waiting to be emptied.