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"fangsy neck bitter count failula all the fun things not said around children"

“Thou really do have quite a mouth.”

"oh great the royal pain in my mother of all beepsing life is here"

"Really? How about this?" Artemis produces his weapon, the Hellfire Extremis. "This is a Combi-flamer, combining a standard Space Marine Bolter gun with a flamethrower, but it's not an ordinary flamethrower. Considering the kinds of enemies I have to fight, the fuel for the flamethrower contains specialized bio-alchemical toxins, which are mixed into the flame as it discharges."

Definitely not the place to meet women, that was for sure, which would generally be fine if there was some entertainment otherwise to fill the gap. He'd keep to himself and just watch how everyone else was doing, everything was changing by the minute so he might eventually find a drinking buddy.

"Well what do we have here? Someone who's really going the full 'Peaky Blinders' look. So what can I do for you, dear?"

"So long as you're A, not going to be depressing as a funeral procession and B. have some kind of conversation, you can do a whole lot. Ya know, tried to watch 'Peaky Blinders' fell asleep on the first episode, I remember something about a horse and a Chinese mystic woman. You watch Blue Bloods? Now that show I absolutely love, I could watch Danny Reagan shove the heads of certain kinds of low lifes in toilets and generally beat the Hell of em until the end of time!" Lazarus motioned to bar stool next to him. Did he dare hold out hope that someone finally would have a normal conversation with him?

he just looked up briefly from his papers he was translating then goes back to them tapping a pencil against the table lost in thought

Nicki takes a seat on the bar stool that he's indicating too. "Well, I watched as much of 'Blue Bloods' as I could, but I dipped when they had a character OD simply from proximity to fentanyl. I mean, maybe we would have bought into it if we hadn't heard that excuse in the real world all the time, and it had been debunked!" She sighed. "Sorry, I get pretty worked up about that kind of thing. Anyways, I'm Nicki."

"Nah, I fully understand, you cannot shock a flatline, Hollywood must think Frankenstein is a medical text and not a science fiction novel." Lazarus offers her a glass he had ordered and no one took earlier.

"My job primarily is medical intelligence, usually just get assigned to checking out whatever strange new bug has people falling out, sometimes I get the exciting job of finding a vaccine to it." Lazarus topped off his own glass and filled the one he had offered Nicki. "Name's Lazarus by the way, my first guess is you work some kind of drug enforcement or pharmacy?"

he snorks but keeps translating ancient Romanian documents

"Well, I work with the government." Nicki replied as she took a sip from the offered glass. "I can't really say much else. Security reasons."

"Ah, one of those. You black helicopter types lack one advantage we cowboys do." Lazarus smirked, "All I do for Uncle Sam is plan public health campaigns and check for the common flu." With a wink he drank from his glass. "Work is boring to talk about though, what do you do outside of work? That is likely far more interesting."

"Well, I like to go backpacking, and I also occasionally try doing music stuff. I used to play bass in a band while I was in college, and I dig it out and play a bit every now and then."

"Music? I can get behind that, piano and violin are my chosen instruments, unless I am back home then I have to call it a fiddle or else someone tries to start a bloody fight."

Mary was playing with a small device, it
"hope i don't gotta fight my evil shadow self today"

"I see." Nicki smiles a bit in response to Lazarus. "If you don't mind me asking, what's your family like?"

"My household when me and Aelianna get to head back to Kenucky is us and my mother, she keeps up the old family clinic there. My girl though, she's a little spitfire." Lazarus pulls from his wallet a small photograph. "Look at that little smug face. She looks so mad! She's every last bit of her old man's girl. Can't even blame the gene pool, I adopted her, pure osmosis." He puts the photo back and drinks his glass with the widest grin, "That Rodney Atkins song "He's Mine"? Fits my punk rather well I say." Shaking his head he poured another one and could barely put it to his lips he was laughing so hard.

"I had her out on the range at work, naturally she scored a hundred out of a hundred in the training course, I'd call her a chip off the old block but she shot better than I did, little punk," taking some off the top of his glass he continued, "I head off to the head to relieve myself, entrust her to my case partner Spencer, come back and there's little old Aelianna up on the rifle bench firing one of the big guns. My soul nearly left my body!" His eyes portrayed a still lingering sense of fear, "Gotta tell ya though, Jeff stopped me from going and grabbing her, they continued the safety brief and she ran the shoot. That gun was like twice the size she is! Worked it like a champ." He had that same look about his face that every prideful father did when telling these types of stories, "The kid's definitely going places, I just hope it ain't jail."

"I'm sure she will." Nicki smiles with amusement at the story. "My mom still lives in Washington, DC and my older sister works as a paramedic there. As for my dad, well I honestly don't know. He pretty much vanished from our lives shortly before I was born, but my sister says that he was a nice person. I hope he's still alive, because I want to be able to meet him someday."

The bottle was almost gone, "You got any place to be for the rest of the night? I think I might call it and head on home, you're welcome to come along." Lazarus checked his watch and saw it was pretty late after all.