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[Look who's smoking and no one was surprised. However, she's down to her last pack.]

This certainly puts a wrench into my project. I guess I could use the break, though. You can only look at binary numbers for so long before you start to get cross-eyed.

Also, I'm willing to set up a deal with anyone who can... trim my hair. [Only she can cut it.]

[There's another pause.]

And lastly, I'll begin a trade for tobacco products. Any.

[Being on the moon felt like her first day in Exsilium]

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[Heh. Normal.]

Depends. Is it tobacco you want or alcohol?

Well, since a friend brought up the fact that smoking in an area with limited oxygen was a bad idea, I guess the alcohol.

[goddamnit steph]

[Wow, way to bring common sense into it.]

I might be able to spare a bottle.

How kind.

Pity there's no bar around here. Suppose the cafeteria will have to do. Meet up later?

[Her internal alarms are screaming that this is a bad idea; he looks so much like Mikael and there's a chance he might be - whether it's at an earlier point in his life or even later. The only way she'll figure out and rest easy is if she meets with him.]

Sure.

Let's say in about an hour. Should give me enough time.

[Totally not taking into account her own schedule, because he's the most important, see. He'd rather everyone consider him a total asshole.]

[wow what a presumptuous asshole]

Of course, your majesty.

[She already understands him so well~

And hanging up without another word, because goodbyes are so pointless, especially when meeting up again so soon.

In exactly an hours time, just like he said, James prowls his way into the cafeteria, decked out in jeans, t-shirt and an exceptionally beaten looking leather jacket and yet having none of that awkwardness that Mikael ever displayed. This is a guy who all too clearly leads with his dick, with shoulders back and chest out to display the alpha male confidence. What an asshole.

But hey, at least he's carrying a bottle of what looks like whiskey. Or maybe dishwater.]

[Lisbeth makes him wait since he seemed so keen on time. However, she doesn't sit in her quarters waiting for time to pass - no, she's only a few feet away from him, leaning against the wall and her foot propped up behind her. She's watching him closely for any signs she might find familiar.

But he walks with confidence and not like a man in his fifties who excommunicated from his own publication and was down on his luck.

Lisbeth pushes herself off the wall and walks over to him. She gestures towards him with her head.]

Yo.

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Ah, there you are.

[She gets a once over, a swift glance up and down, more for the sake of his own paranoia (gotta check for obvious weaponry) than any form of judgement. And there really isn't any judgement, because who the hell is he to judge anyone? James often assumes he's worse than about 99% of the people he meets.]

Here. [He picks a table that has good views of the surroundings, staking claim to the area by placing the bottle down while he pads off to grab a couple of glasses and returns moments later. He slides both the bottle and a glass towards her with a small nod.]

Ladies first.

[What? They were going to drink it together? This isn't what she signed up for. Lisbeth panics slightly as he designates a spot for their drink and gets glasses. She's still standing by the time he's sitting and offers her the first drink.

Lisbeth wasn't sure which offended her most - the fact that this wasn't going to be a simple exchange of goods or that he seemed to practice some sort of chivalry.]

Age before beauty.

Charming. [He scoffs his amusement, reaching for the bottle and pouring himself an incredibly generous amount of the stuff before leaning over to fill up her own glass with an equally good portion. He keeps the bottle close for now. She either has to stay and chat or leave with nothing.

His glass is lifted and tilted towards her with a low mumble of 'cheers' and then he's swigging down a large mouthful like it's water. The quality of it isn't great, but it's strong stuff and it does the job.]

So, I'm assuming Scandinavian. Whereabouts?

[Goddamnit. Lisbeth watches him carefully still, her eyes moving from his hands around the glass to his face. Then, without another word, she sits across from him. Her back is straight and she doesn't answer his question right away. Instead, she picks up her glass and tosses back the drink with ease.]

Sweden.

Nice country, that. Haven't been there in a long bloody time.

[His own curiosity is a little more subtle, but he's still watching and assessing carefully from across the table. When she downs her drink, he's already reaching to pour her more, assuming a chick who can knock back whiskey that easily must be able to handle a few more glasses of it. He's making his own last for just a little longer as he takes the occasional swig.]

Miss it?

[Lisbeth doesn't take a drink just yet. She's almost offended by the question.]

Fuck that place.

[There's a beat.]

But fuck this place too, so maybe.

[That actually earns a small but genuine chuckle from James, little more than a low rumble in his throat while he downs the rest of his glass.]

Fuck this place. [He agrees lightly, amused as he wraps a hand around the bottle and pours them both another full glass each.]

[it certainly was one of the shittier places she'd been in.]

Is this your first alternate reality?

[James could agree to that. And he's been to a lot of shit places.]

I don't tend to traverse realities too often. Only when there's a little something extra slipped into my cigarettes.

It's not fun.

[Except..]

I mean, you get to meet different people, but the number of those people you like is pretty small.[Lisbeth shrugs.]

And you can get virtually the same experience merely by travelling, without all the stresses of nuclear fallout and sodding moon bases.

[Siiip.]

Wouldn't know. I didn't travel outside of Sweden that much. I've been to London, but..

[A shrug.]

And London isn't exactly the height of culture, let's face it. [James loves England, but he wouldn't be English if he couldn't consistently put down the people, things and places he loves.]

It's pretty bland.

[She's not gonna disagree with you, James.]

But it's home.

[And if she hadn't assumed that already, James has at least revealed himself to be from there now, and not anywhere near Sweden like his face twin, Mikael.]

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