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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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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.

"Yes. I've been legal for... quite a while." A slight expression of annoyance, an old man not liking the reminder of his age. "Besides, I'm essentially immune to the affects of alcohol."

"Immune or not, I have to follow the law...which is kind of hard with a dimensional nexus, but I make due. What do you want then?"

"Just wait until you meet the immortal seven-year-olds." A smile. "Well, what do you recommend?"

"Immortal....seven year olds? Great," Shinichi said, frowning. This place was gonna throw off his ability to guess ages at this rate.

"Well, the person who looks like you that I know usually gets the London cocktail."

His brow furrowed slightly as he mentally reviewed the ingredients.

"That sounds just fine."

"Coming right up," Shinichi said, heading back to the bar to prepare the drink.

And the Doctor turned back to his pile, sorting through and taking notes in a language made out of circles.

Shinichi comes back a minute later with his drink. "One London Cocktail."

"Thank you."

He paused, studying the man.

"Do you have time to chat, or are you busy?"

"Of course," Shinichi said, gesturing around the bar. "Especially with this place so empty."

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