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[rudeandginger]

For anyone who needed me-





I'LL BE AT THE BAR











[ooc: Turlough maybe be starting to become a familiar freckly face at the shadier bars in town, above ground and under. Please do come find him/judge his life choices.]

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[wouldnotkindly]

WHICH BAR

[You know, not because he's worried Turlough might show up while he's on the job or anything. Or worried over anything else.]

[rudeandginger]

why planning on joining me?

[wouldnotkindly]

I DONT KNOW JUST WONDERING

[After a minute:] DDO YOU WANT ME TOO

[rudeandginger]

is there something wrong with your keyboard?

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[aperfectthird]

You seem quite proud of this fact.

[hey, guess what, he's at one too. GOOD LIFE CHOICES!]

[rudeandginger]

Is there any reason I shouldn't be?

[aperfectthird]

It just isn't something one sees people boasting about often.

[rudeandginger]

I'm not most people.

[wearafeznow]

why would you want to be there?

[rudeandginger]

Unless there's some startling difference between bars here and on Earth, I believe it's because I can find alcohol there.

[wearafeznow]

It seems very boring.

[rudeandginger]

Less boring than doing nothing.

threadjack?

[minigolfandsushi]

Clearly you've never been to a proper bar.

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[minigolfandsushi]

[Peter is sulking with a drink at some seedy bar.

Why is he sulking? Who knows. But he's sulking. And drunk.

So really, nothing new.]

action

[rudeandginger]

[Turlough's night is still young, nursing his first drink as he slides in next to Peter at the bar, not saying anything just yet.]

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[minigolfandsushi]

'Ello Gingah.

[He shouldn't have said that. He remembers Ginger's bloody corpse, sprawled across the floor, her face frozen in fear. That had been the worst part -- her face. She should have been angry; she should have been cursing him to high heaven. He could deal with her anger and her hatred, but her fear ate away at his insides.

He guzzles down the last of his drink and signals the bartender for another.]

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[rudeandginger]

You looked like someone walked over your grave for a minute. I didn't come here to hang out with miserable sods, you know.

[leathered]

You could have just left a note.

[rudeandginger]

I suppose. This felt necessary.

Are you joining me, Doctor?

[leathered]

Between you and Jack, I think I'll have seen all the bars in this City. None of them good, either.

[rudeandginger]

Definitions may vary.

I'M SORRY this is so late and i hope action is cool cos Ten's oddly not fond of text

[am_i_being_rude]

[ Hey he can find you easy. You stand out. And you have bright hair - he's got a radar for gingers in this incarnation especially.

So he's just gonna sliiiiiide in next to you, okay. ]

You know, there's an awful lot of stuff outside too.

[rudeandginger]

All three of you seem very keen on discouraging me, you know. If I knew you'd be like this, I would have kept it to myself.

[am_i_being_rude]

Noww, don't be like that. Do we? Must be something about poison - we're never really that fond of it. Kill me once, I start to pay attention.

[rudeandginger]

I just needed some time out of the tardis, alright Doctor?

[God, this incarnation talks a lot.]