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[gotitwrong]

[Say hello to Ray and Chris, hanging out in one of their favourite locations: the pub. But something is amiss! Ray and Chris do not seem to be setting anything on fire, laughing, shoving each other around, or otherwise causing a mess. In fact, they are off to the side (almost removed), being rather well behaved and quiet.]

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[madamemoiselle]

{look at me commenting. But watch Kisha beat me anyways. And I am supposed to be on hiatus but you two never post, sob.

So Diva is in the bar as well, but she doesn't say anything yet}

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[You are indeed a Kisha-beating whore. But anyway! Chris looks up at Diva and he sort of wants to say hi to her, since she's there and a friend and all. But he's not exactly feeling like himself and still has his ice cube to play with.

So watch him look back down and start playing with the ice cube again.]

[gotitwrong]

[Ray doesn't even glance over Diva's way.]

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Finally having figured out what Chris is doing, I tag in bravely. What is Chris doing? Playing with an ice cube. Yeah, that's right. He's got it on a napkin and he's poking it with a straw.

Silently.

I know, it's frightening.]

[gotitwrong]

[I applaud your bravery. But unfortunately, Ray is apparently not doing much better on the vocal and loud front. Though he isn't fiddling with ice cubes and straws.

He's just got his head tilted back with his eyes closed for the time being.]

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[This ice cube sure is fascinating, the way it...rolls over the napkin and gets a bit stuck to it and flips the napkin with it. Boy oh boy, this is exciting stuff!

If Chris was feeling normal, he'd probably be thinking deep thoughts. Maybe about who named ice. It's a weird word. And short. Ice. Huh.

But sadly, no. He is le depressed.]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[despite certain people's opinions, Handy does still like these two, and he sees them sitting over there looking sad and things.

He hesitates for a moment, and then finally musters up whatever is needs to be mustered and approaches them a little awkwardly]

Everything all right?

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Chris gives a slight start but he glances up, somewhat through his bangs. His voice can be summed up as quiet and lifeless.]

Hey.

[gotitwrong]

[Ray doesn't seem to notice Handy is there - or hear him - until after a few seconds pass.]

Huh? [He pauses before he speaks again.] ...Yeah. Everythin's fine.

[aces-are-rare.livejournal.com]

[Well now, this could be interesting. A couple of British coppers and a former truant/troublemaker. Hmmmm....

Anyway, have an Ace. She's a table over in the pub, having a pint of ale.]

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Sadly, today they are failed coppers. Or rather, recently revived from the dead ones. Almost like melancholy zombies.

Chris notices the odd bird and wonders why she's there. But then, who wouldn't be drinking at an unlimited pub? So Chris just starts prodding his ice cube across the table again.]

[gotitwrong]

[Ray, on the other hand, does not seem to really notice Ace exists. Sorry, Ace.]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[Gene is going to take this opportunity to not be a dick to you guys and sit down with a pint in hand. and to show his generosity, he is going to offer the both of you a pint, as well]

Drink up. Long day tomorrow.

[gotitwrong]

[Ray hesitates for a second or two before nodding to Gene.] Thanks, Guv. [And that is all he has to say on that.]

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Chris takes his once Ray accepts his but he's not sure what else to do. He looks a little lost before nodding, looking down into his pint.]

Yeah, guv. We will.

[mouthyplonk.livejournal.com]

[have an Annie. she comes over with a drink and doesn't say anything, just taking a seat at their table instead]

[gotitwrong]

[Ray just glances at Annie before looking off elsewhere. He has nothing to say about anything.]

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Chris, on the other hand, looks at Annie a little longer. He doesn't really know if he should say something or acknowledge her or if he should play with more ice.

He sort of shifts awkwardly and feels bad, which is the best he can do for Annie.]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Brigitta has been in the bar looking for a drink, but upon seeing Ray and Chris she looks concerned for a moment and then waltzes over with a bottle in her hand] Are you alright?

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Chris rubs the back of his hand before glancing up and shrugging.]

All right, luv. Just...rough day at work.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Brigitta nods] Ah, how horrible for you.

[She hesitates for a second and then offers the bottle]

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[a Doctor lingers at the bar several seats away, gazing at them with guilty concern]

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Stalker. I mean- Chris notices him and shifts a bit, feeling watched. He doesn't really know what to do, so he just gives a slight nod and plays with a straw.]

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[:|! he nods back, and after a moment approaches, speaking only as loudly as he must to be heard] How are you holding up, then?

[contract_star]

[And, belatedly, Hei is here, looking more blank than anything and nursing his own drink. He glances at the two briefly, then is silent for awhile.]

Sorry.