Hollister's (No rly)

[dirk_gently]

Dirk's starting to wear down a barstool, still a regular visitor even though Hippolyta's gone. He's not about to turn down an open bar tab to infinity, although he suspects it'll still come around to bite him in the ass some day. He's waiting, inhaling the cigarette smoke in the atmosphere. This isn't technically a date, but he's looking forward to drinks with a woman a decade younger...

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[dirk--gently.livejournal.com]

Dirk shakes his head. "It's okay, old history..." He hesitates to give her the old fundamental interconnectedness of all things speech, and then snaps back to reality when her boyfriend's name comes up. Oh well. "That or he'll be caught in a state of existential uncertainty..." Because the idea of her boyfriend being missing from the waist down is a nice one for Dirk. "Are you okay to walk?"

[sarah-branigan.livejournal.com]

"Oh..." She seems to be imagining the same thing, and doesn't seem to like the idea. She loves Daniel's upper half, but his lower half is pretty important, too!

She slides off her barstool and wobbles a little in her high heels. "Whew... I didn't feel nearly as tipsy sitting down." She smiles brightly. "I'll be fine. Thanks so much for keeping me company, Dirk. You're a really nice guy." Ouch!

[dirk--gently.livejournal.com]

He reaches out to steady her gently, by the arm. "You'd probably be better off going home and having a cup of coffee or something to eat. It'll take the edge off, trust me." He actually winces slightly at the last. "You're... not bad yourself." He gives a wistful sigh, but tries to smile. "Take care of yourself."

[sarah-branigan.livejournal.com]

"Back home..." She sighs. "Thorn'll be around, anyway. He can make me some tea." She still sober enough to know she's not sober enough to be messing around in the kitchen.

She smiles again. "You too, Dirk. Enjoy the streudel." She heads out of the bar on slightly steadier feet. At least she's leaving with warm, fuzzy feelings for Dirk, even if they're purely platonic.

[dirk--gently.livejournal.com]

Thorn? Wait, does she have two boyfriends? Not that it's that weird for the Nexus. "Thanks. Good luck with the... Lol... thing." He watches her go with a sigh, and orders another drink. At least he can still take advantage of her baking.
He gets along so well with women who are taken, much better than he gets along with the ones that are available.