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[silenteden.livejournal.com]

[Kuhn is sitting at the bar, grinning. He likes this idea of a constantly-restocking bar. In fact, he might not be leaving anytime soon.]

Know what the best thing is about this place? I can put off going to work as long as I want, and not even get in trouble for it. [He raises his glass to that before kicking the whole thing down the hatch.]

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[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

No, but they might notice if you show up with a hangover.

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

True, but I could stay here longer and wait it out first, right?

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

Or you could try a multitude of completely ineffectual hangover cures and see which one works the best. [grin] They're all placebos, really.

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

... What, seriously? Even aspirin?

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[disclaimer: the mun has no idea what she's talking about] Well, aspirin and water work well. I was talking about the more outlandish things - I once knew a bloke who swore by fried haggis and Irn Bru.

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

[Disclaimer accepted! ... And turned right back around because this mun doesn't know that much, either. So it's all good.]

Fried what and what now? That sounds far worse than the hangover itself.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

Er, Scottish specialties. Haggis is sort of...weird - sheep entrails mixed with bread crumbs and spices, then boiled in a sheep's stomach, and then that's sliced and fried. Irn Bru is a sort of soda? 's orange, but nobody can tell quite what flavour it's meant to be.

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

Huh. ... [Sheepish smile and a bit of a laugh] I... think I'll stay in Japan, in that case.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[wry chuckle] Don't worry, I think it's just as repulsive as you do.

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

[He laughs a bit at that.] Great. That does make me feel better.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

I think every country has food that not even the natives understand.

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

I can believe that! In fact, I'll drink to it. [And he does so~]

What's your name, anyway? I don't think we've met before.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[a grin at the drinking] I'm Martha Jones. And you are?

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

I'm Kuhn. Nice to meet you, Martha. Can I get you a drink, or something?

[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

[Harley comes up and takes a seat next to him. She grins at him.] I hear ya on that one. This place is like a twenty-four hour vacation spot!

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

[He returns the grin.] And that, beautiful, is my kind of place.

[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

So I don't suppose a gal like me could get a drink from a guy like you, huh? There's no real use in askin' for ya to buy me one.

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

Sure thing! It'd mean a bit more if it wasn't free, but hey, the sentiment's still the same. [He laughs a bit] What'll it be?

[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

I'll have what you're havin', handsome. I ain't picky about my drinks. Whatever tastes good.

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

Sake it is, then. [He gives her a grin.] So, beautiful, what's your name, or what should I call you?

[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

[She giggles.] You can call me Harley. Harley Quinn. Nice ta meetcha.