[Prefect gave Barron a look of mild exasperation, before pulling a copy of his rolled up file from the inside pocket of his suit jacket.] Here.
[Handing it over, he headed to the bar and reached across it to snatch the nearest bottle from behind it. Tequila? Did he like tequila? Did it matter? Setting it on the bartop, he set about rooting over the counter for two glasses.] Comrade, I know that you're not going to believe me, but I've been here for about three years, and that isn't how it works.
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Date: 2011-02-16 10:47 am (UTC)[Handing it over, he headed to the bar and reached across it to snatch the nearest bottle from behind it. Tequila? Did he like tequila? Did it matter? Setting it on the bartop, he set about rooting over the counter for two glasses.] Comrade, I know that you're not going to believe me, but I've been here for about three years, and that isn't how it works.