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Well, here's a nice room. It's an off shoot to the dining room (usually.) It looks like a bar and a well stocked one. There's also a sign by the doorway. (Alcohol for those over twenty only. There is a wide selection for those under as well.)

And there is someone tending the bar right now. A Shinichi whose older than most of the others. He's currently cleaning the bottles, making sure nothing is dusty.

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That was interesting. In his exploration of the Mansion, Kid hadn't noticed this door being here. He noted the sign as he pushed the heavy doorway open. Alcohol?

The answer became self evident when he stepped into the other room. He was in a bar, tended by...

"Meitan-" He paused, giving the familiar, but older, figure a look, "No, you wouldn't be a detective. Baatendaa-san?" The thief hazarded a guess. He slowly stepped into the room, as if unsure of the customs of here.

Shinichi looked up. "It seems a lot of people make that mistake. A lot of people keep addressing me as a detective. I'm just a bartender," he said.

He looked at Kid thoughtfully. "...you're familiar though," he said.

"I am?" It was unexpected, but Kid was not surprised. Most Kudo's from other worlds seemed to know their own Kuroba's. He didn't know this one, but that didn't mean this man didn't know some form of him. "You know another one of me?"

Walking into the quiet establishment, Kid glanced around overtly. The dim lighting here was relaxing, and he had less fear of people finding out his pale complexion. Still, he gave his top hat a little tug downwards before taking a seat at the bar counter.

"Hmmm, yes," Shinichi said, studying him as he approached, thinking. "Certainly a different style of dress...but might be another version of Moonlight-san."

"Moonlight-san?" Kid's cocked his head to one side, interested by his alternate self's choice of naming. "That does sound like me. If you're a bartender, then what does Moonlight do?"

His eyes roamed over the bottles that lined the wall behind Kudo. It was a well stocked collection, too bad he was underage. Can vampires even drink?

"A stage magician. Though sometimes I wonder if he has a job Blue Eye-san doesn't know about," Shinichi said thoughfully. "He sometimes talks about how hard his job is, but he's always so enthused with magic, especially when she's around."

He caught the look, leaning forward to get a better look at Kid. "...you're under twenty. 17, 18? Too young to drink, at any rate, so don't think about it," he said and pulled up a menu. "But there are fruit cocktails and other drinks that are fine for you to order."

Kid openly grinned at Moonlight's tale though. "It is hard being a magician," he agreed, but backed away self consciously when the bartender leaned in.

"Wasn't even thinking about it." For once, he stated the truth. "Not sure if anything here is suitable for me to begin with." The last bit he muttered under his breath.

"There is hard work that is tiring, and there is hard work that is draining," Shinichi said, leaning back. "He gets 'tired' with magic, but never drained. Only when he's vague is he like that. Which is why I think he has a second one."

"Good. I've had minors ask before. It's better to head it off," he said with a shrug. "What was that?" He asked, not catching the last bit.

Kid was impressed with how astute the bartender was. But he suppose he shouldn't be too surprised, this was still a Kudo-kun he was talking to. "Whether he does or doesn't, I'm sure he's still a good customer."

He kicked idly at his bar stool, beating out a soft clacking pattern with the heel of his dress shoes. "I said I wanted something to drink but couldn't decide on what."

Shinichi rolled his eyes. "Depends. Half the time, he comes in and is ordering the perverted drinks to rile up Blue Eye-san and the other half, he's kind of quite and rather foreboding," he said. Though his tone betrayed more than his words. Despite himself, he did like Moonlight-san.

"I could make a recommendation?"

Kid had to smile at that. It was something he would do to Aoko at home too, and it was sweet to hear it happened elsewhere too. Even if their world sounds less colorful than his own.

"If you would. What would you recommend, batendaa-san?"

"Hmmm, for something similar...the Brown Pelican should do," Shinichi said, pointing to it on the menu. "Ginger Beer isn't always alcoholic. Misleading name, I know."

"Like root beer," Kid quipped back, understanding the quirks of misleading names.

He did look curiously at the bartender for the suggestion though. "What was Moonlight's favorite drink?"

And here's a "Hakuba", looking around seventeen, and also just plain looking around. His arms are full of books, looseleaf papers, pens, and oddly enough, a bag of pretzels. He nods at Shinich as he enters, and looks around for a quiet table where he isn't likely to be bothered by pint-sized detectives.

Shinichi nods back, watching him take a seat. He'd let him settle a minute before calling over.

Well, the bar WAS empty aside from them. "Would you like anything?"

He pauses, glancing over the bar. "What do you have?"

He'll pick up a menu, walking over to hand it to Hakuba. "All the non-alcoholic drinks are marked and I can get something from the dining room if you're hungry."

"I noticed the sign outside. What's the policy for those of us significantly older than we look?"

"Gotta tell me why you don't look as old as you claim to be."

"Because I'm a space alien." Deadpan, no way to tell how serious he is.

"...got any proof?"

"Well, I have two hearts. But I'm afraid I left my ID in my other jacket."

"Two hearts?" Well then, have him grabbing your wrist then. "...definitely not a normal pulse."

No, it's not a normal heartbeat. Not only are there two distinctly different pulse points, his heartrate is hovering in the ten-beats-a-minute range.

"It's a perfectly normal pulse." He's mock-offended now.

"Well, either you're about to die, or you're telling the truth. You legal for...whatever planet you're from?" He asked, letting go of his wrist.