[John helps himself onto the barstool, lifting up a finger to indicate he'd like to order a drink in absolute disregard for Mac's sputtering.]
Gin and tonic please, love. The man with the ineffective threats said he's buying.
[And then in a move that not only defies everything Mac's said about his job, but thoroughly indicates John as the cheapest of dates, the magician looks over his shoulder to Mac.]
[Mac's at a complete loss, especially because Dee looks almost hungry at the idea that he's worked himself into a trap he can't get out of. He can try to back up his threats and get his ass kicked. He could drop it and eat crow. He doesn't have the mental acuity to spirit up a third option.]
Only because you're foreign and don't know the laws. [He opts to eat crow, because when in doubt, drink. When uncertain, drink. When bored, drink. When happy, drink, and when sad, drink more. It's probably on that Eleventh Commandment Moses dumped somewhere.
He mouths "I am not buying" at Dee, which she already presumed because everyone's aware Mac doesn't even have his own bank account and only stops short by technicality of asking Dennis and Frank for an allowance.
Honestly, then instant he gets that first sip of beer he's like, twenty percent less annoyed and uneasy, because sitting around being useless and drinking is a nice familiar comfort zone.</small]
So you're saying not being of this country gives me license to get away with things? I like the sound of that. Cheers.
[He lifts the glass of beer in a toasting motion with delight in his eyes before taking a long drink.]
Now that Mac is not longer asking for it, John reaches into his wallet and produces two items of identification: his pre-Brexitdriving license and his business card. They're placed on the bar's top with two self-satisfied slaps, one for each.]
You'll get more out of me if you ply me with alcohol first.
[He gives Dee a contradictory statement to Mac by mouthing "Yes he is."]
Well, I think jurisdictional issues are involved with enforcing laws against Europeans. [Mac's not entirely sure that's correct, but he tends to dig in rather than admit he doesn't know which way is up when it comes to these things. Fortunately, when he starts to blow hot air he doesn't tend to stop and think if someone else in the room might actually know how things work.] I'm not official with Interpol or anything.
[Dee gives John a look like she isn't sure who the bigger chump is between Mac and the guy who thinks Mac has ever had money in his adult life, but she's trying to snag some turkey on Tinder right now and is more interested in pretending she's thirty-two and successfully starring in hair product commercials than listening in on what she's sure is going to be a dull conversation. She gives them space while Mac looks over the license and business card.
Oh, that's to show what kind of vehicles the license holder is legally allowed to drive.
[He flips over the card, denoting the pictogram which corresponds with the letters. He gives a languid shrug.]
They left out self-moving houses and spaceships, but that's a normie for ya, eh? I'm surprised out of everything that's what you choose to comment on. Or are dashingly handsome wizards commonplace around here?
[Christ, that's complicated. When he squints he still can't tell if the one on the top is a motorcycle or a tricycle, but it serves to reason that Europe, what with its communism and police state, would require people to need a license for those. You never know with this global politics stuff. Some of it will just gobsmack you.
He wrinkles his nose.]
Don't do that, fish for compliments. She does that, and it's gross. [He gestures with his head towards Dee, who's ignoring them and expressing a cruel little smirk as she hooks some jerk with a story about how she has a side hustle as a lawyer for her many celebrity friends. The way Mac says it implies that Dee's sort of his stand-in for every woman, ever, who isn't a mom and above the age of fifty-five. Women are just the worst.]
So, exorcisms. That's what we talked about, right? Do we have any bogies in the area?
There's a difference between fishing and saying what you know to be true. If you're a good looking man say so. [And then, just to be a shit.] Not you necessarily. Just a general observation.
[As far as the other matter, John could easily detect spirits in the area, but Jesus not now. He should at least get something for the trouble.]
I thought we were drinking. Are you really going to make me work while at the bar?
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Gin and tonic please, love. The man with the ineffective threats said he's buying.
[And then in a move that not only defies everything Mac's said about his job, but thoroughly indicates John as the cheapest of dates, the magician looks over his shoulder to Mac.]
Care to have a drink with me?
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Only because you're foreign and don't know the laws. [He opts to eat crow, because when in doubt, drink. When uncertain, drink. When bored, drink. When happy, drink, and when sad, drink more. It's probably on that Eleventh Commandment Moses dumped somewhere.
He mouths "I am not buying" at Dee, which she already presumed because everyone's aware Mac doesn't even have his own bank account and only stops short by technicality of asking Dennis and Frank for an allowance.
Honestly, then instant he gets that first sip of beer he's like, twenty percent less annoyed and uneasy, because sitting around being useless and drinking is a nice familiar comfort zone.</small]
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[He lifts the glass of beer in a toasting motion with delight in his eyes before taking a long drink.]
Now that Mac is not longer asking for it, John reaches into his wallet and produces two items of identification: his
pre-Brexitdriving license and his business card. They're placed on the bar's top with two self-satisfied slaps, one for each.]You'll get more out of me if you ply me with alcohol first.
[He gives Dee a contradictory statement to Mac by mouthing "Yes he is."]
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[Dee gives John a look like she isn't sure who the bigger chump is between Mac and the guy who thinks Mac has ever had money in his adult life, but she's trying to snag some turkey on Tinder right now and is more interested in pretending she's thirty-two and successfully starring in hair product commercials than listening in on what she's sure is going to be a dull conversation. She gives them space while Mac looks over the license and business card.
Mac gestures at the bottom row of the license.]
What then hell is number nine?
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[He flips over the card, denoting the pictogram which corresponds with the letters. He gives a languid shrug.]
They left out self-moving houses and spaceships, but that's a normie for ya, eh? I'm surprised out of everything that's what you choose to comment on. Or are dashingly handsome wizards commonplace around here?
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He wrinkles his nose.]
Don't do that, fish for compliments. She does that, and it's gross. [He gestures with his head towards Dee, who's ignoring them and expressing a cruel little smirk as she hooks some jerk with a story about how she has a side hustle as a lawyer for her many celebrity friends. The way Mac says it implies that Dee's sort of his stand-in for every woman, ever, who isn't a mom and above the age of fifty-five. Women are just the worst.]
So, exorcisms. That's what we talked about, right? Do we have any bogies in the area?
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[As far as the other matter, John could easily detect spirits in the area, but Jesus not now. He should at least get something for the trouble.]
I thought we were drinking. Are you really going to make me work while at the bar?