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[The sun doesn't so much as rise as flick on with the sudden, glaring brightness of noon. Whatever time keeping device you have on you says its about 8:14am when this happens.

The power's back, but the time on your timekeeping device never really make sense with the position of the sun as it moves across the sky.]

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[suckmyglock]

[at the bar, leaning in]

So... you come here often?

[splashofbourbon]

[he snorts]

Is that a trick question?

[suckmyglock]

You know it is.

[splashofbourbon]

[he shakes his head, picking at the bar]

Been try to cut back these days, just a little.

[suckmyglock]

[clasping his hand over McCree's shoulder, just briefly]

So tell me more about your friend.

[splashofbourbon]

I'm guessing you mean the new one?

[suckmyglock]

That'd be the one.

[splashofbourbon]

Think he's going by Reaper here, but his real name's Gabriel Reyes.

He's the man who picked me up back when I was a shit for brains hothead without a lick of sense and gave me a chance at something better.

[he pauses, letting out a rough breath]

Thought he was dead, guess he isn't. He's been here going on ten years now.

[suckmyglock]

What? How?

[splashofbourbon]

How what now?

[suckmyglock]

How did I not notice he was hanging around before?

[splashofbourbon]

Yeah, well, turns out he was locked up. Guess they got a prison here after all.

[suckmyglock]

What's with this jail I keep hearing about? Why? Not asking you, just, you know, a helpless rhetorical complaint.

[splashofbourbon]

Believe me I'd tell you if I had half a clue.

[suckmyglock]

Also, how come there's a jail but I still can't arrest anyone? Seems unfair.

[splashofbourbon]

Maybe that's because you didn't join up with the cops when they opened the station.

[suckmyglock]

I go say hi sometimes.

[splashofbourbon]

You ain't a cop though, are you?

[suckmyglock]

... Not anymore, apparently.

[splashofbourbon]

[pats his shoulder]

Don't take it too hard. Just saying that might be why the jail ain't a thing that works for you.

[suckmyglock]

Yeah, I'm thinking it might be a good thing.

[splashofbourbon]

[he nods]

Might be.

[suckmyglock]

[turn an empty booze glass over in his hand]

I'm done with this. You ready to go?

[splashofbourbon]

[he gestures]

Ready when you are.

[suckmyglock]

[he stands, not bothering to straighten out his clothes, sort of doing a shuffle rather than his usual striding steps]