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[cactusy]

is the place that doubles as an arcade seriously the only bar in town? where do you people go to get plastered and make bad decisions?

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[cantilevers]

Sounds like you need subset a less stiff and formal group of friends.

If you find a place, I can bartend it. Don't have my own establishment here, but there are options for private bad decisions at either place I expect.

[cactusy]

I think I'm just used to a specific kind of vibe that isn't on off here

I used to globetrot a lot. you could find bars and clubs the world over, even in places where you'd least expect them. figures I'd land in the one place that's never heard of a night of anonymous fun

[cantilevers]

You want the vibe, you're probably having to manufacture it here.

Wouldn't know. I never left my city, but it sounds fancy. Also, depends on your fun; there are always people and places willing to accommodate.

Unfortunately, there are an awful lot of serious folk around here.

[cactusy]

I've noticed. that's great on a mission, but sucks when we're stuck here spinning our wheels

thing is, if I have to spell out what I'm looking for, that automatically means the person I'm talking to isn't game. life is funny like that.

[cantilevers]

Communication is the key. If you want regret, you usually have to seek out a particular person or place from my experience.

[cactusy]

I'm trying to seek out a place. coming up empty, though.

I guess it really isn't too surprising in a low-population place

[cantilevers]

I doubt someone would be hard to convince to sent up something seedy in a basement.

[cactusy]

I'm actually starting to think this was a lost cause from the beginning

[cantilevers]

Probably for the short term, yeah. Long-term, it could be doable.

[cactusy]

but who's going to take one for the team and teach these weirdos the ins and outs of clubbing?

[cantilevers]

Might require a group effort. I was quite the clubber when my responsibilities were exactly two: work and don't die.

[Which, oh shit, he was back to that stage all over again!]

[cactusy]

really? you might even be better at it than me.

[This is less flattery, and more an attempt to weasel her way out of any teaching duties; sorry, bro.]

[cantilevers]

Oh probably. I do need someone's disapprovals if I decide to set it up though. You willing to be a candidate?

[cactusy]

depends on what specifically I'd be signing up for

[cantilevers]

Clucking your tongue in disapproval, telling me off, maybe gentle cussing?

[cactusy]

okay, but what would I be disapproving?

[cantilevers]

Anything you want. I give you license to disapprove, if that's your thing.

[cactusy]

oh

ok

sounds like a plan

in the meantime, want to meet up and tell me about the work you did that made "don't die" a big priority?

[cantilevers]

Sure, name the time and place and I'll check my empty schedule so I can work out an accommodation. I doubt it's as interesting a tale as I make it out to be.

[cactusy]

how about that pub, even it sucks

I can be there in an hour

[cantilevers]

Harry's you mean? I can be there in an hour.

Brief physical description so I'm not harassing the wrong person?

[cactusy]

[Instead of bothering with that, she switches over to a video feed, wiggling her fingers in a little wave.]

These things have video.

[cantilevers]

[It takes a few minutes for him to switch modes because... well, technology is hard. However, he does manage it!]

I'm still working out how these work. A pleasure to see you.

[cactusy]

[Shaw looks him up and down (as well as she can on a HUD, anyway), tosses him the ghost of a smile, and shoots off a snappy little salute.]

Appearance memorized. See you soon.

[And then she'll hop off and head out, tracking down the place on foot rather than bothering with the interminably slow-moving trolley. She'll end up getting there a little early, and will head straight for the bar if she doesn't spot Vander first.]

[cantilevers]

[Vander offered a mock salute and also shut off the device once he had memorized her features. Thankfully, he did have excellent facial recognition.

He made his way to the pub to be exactly on time of one hour since their conversation. He noted the patrons in the establishment before picking her out at the bar and approached. He slid into the chair next to her and rested his forearms on the bartop.]

So, what's your poison of choice, hmm?