Hairspray and a .45

Sam then adjust his shirt as he opens the door for Clem and then looks at Mikey and grins. "Okay, but when you realize I'm right first round is on you buddy."

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Isn't it always? "Yeah, sure." Mikey cocks a lopsided grin and slips on his shades. "Lead on, sam."

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The ride doesn't take long - and Clementine, who maybe saw Carlitos for two seconds before Sam swept her off to bed, peers around as she falls into step behind Sam and Michael.

"Do you guys hang out here?" She has a favorite dive back in Reno - one she'll show Sam someday - and it's not the one she works in.

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Of course it is Mikey, but it's being said out loud this time"You will see man you will see."

He then walks and the door says janitor he opens it and in they walk to the end of the universe.

Be amazed Mikey be amazed.

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Mikey is stunned for a moment and, stumbling in behind Sam and Clem - scanning the unfamiliar territory. It was... pretty damn unfamiliar.

"What the..." He whispers, slowly doffing his shades. It's really all he can think to say.

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Clementine is going to be smug about this - if only because Sam is there. "Don't step on the waitrats," she instructs, sashaying inside.

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Sam then smiles and gets them a corer booth in the back as he looks at him.

"I told you, so what would you like to drink and I'll get it."

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Michael grimaces as he sees one of the waitstaff in question, he's seen some big ass rats in his time but that's entirely new to him. "Uh... yeah, I think I could use a few." He slowly follows the pair to the booth, sliding into his side with a very cautious gentleness - still keeping a close eye on as many... people? as he can.

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There are some definite non-people there too. Clementine does the ordering; she knows Sam's regular wants very well. "We should've ordered from bar herself -she's quicker." Smirk.

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"Yes, but lets not fry Mikey's brain too soon. He's new to this we must work him in slowly darling."

He then smiles at Mikey.

"You okay man."

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Mikey shakes his head, neatly folding his shades on the table. "Yeah... yeah. This is just..." He blinks several times, "I need a beer. I need two beers."

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He's adorable when he's confused. She'd pat his head if she weren't' afraid of getting a judo chop to the nose.

"What's he like when he's drunk?" she asks Sam. Wanting to know what to expect.

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"Mikey doesn't get drunk. But he's pretty funny. See that window over there if you doubt us" he nods to the observation window.

Mikey as long as he's known him can hold his liquor, and no not by the ears.

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Michael shakes his head again and lets the pair dominate their own conversation.

He's never seen anything like it in his life. A... waitrat... brings him a bottle of a brand he's never heard of, but he doesn't ask questions - beggars can't be choosers and he's pretty damn desperate to numb a couple brain cells. If things are like they're claiming it's all pretty fucking weird.

"Should I even ask how this is happening?" He downs the first beer in a long slug, his eyelids fluttering a second before he trades it out for the second, the waitrat scurrying off with the empty.

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Clementine takes a deep breath. "We made it with the cosmic power of our sex." She can't keep up the deadpan expression anymore and says, "it's the result of different universes banging into each other. I think."

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Sam laughs as them both.

"I think she's right Mikey, I mean if you doubt us look over at the window" he nods to the observation window as he takes a drink of his own beer. This right here is worth the price of admission..

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Clearly, he's never seen anything like it in his life - he sits a long moment, his mouth slightly agape but for all intents and purposes he's holding together pretty damn well. He's rarely been so thankful for all the really messed up shit he's seen over the course of his lifetime.

He doesn't really know what to say to that expansive view and merely lowers his eyes back to the brown bottle of tasty brew he's never heard of before in any country.

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Clementine's just going to take the opportunity to tease him. She still doesn't know exactly what Michael and Sam do; only that they're pretty damn dangerous.

"So where did you two meet?" The sort of question he would normally be asking of Sam and Clem, isn't it?

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"We crossed paths on a job once, and we bonded"

It's simple but really about all that can be shared before they have to kill her.

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Yeah, that's the simple way to put it.

Michael folds his sunglasses and puts them on the table next to his bottle - letting his fingers linger on the cold glass surface a long moment before adding his share. "We've known each other a long time, probably too long."

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Sam wouldn't dream of killing Clem ~~she hopes.~~ She automatically leans into him anyway. "You knew him when he was a real, live SEAL, didn't you?" The mental image intrigues Clementine, who's only seen pictures of a younger Sam.

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"That would be correct, and never too long Mikey, that would mean one of us didn't make it."

His jaw tightens a bit he thinks of the time he was sure he was dead. One of them anyway."

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A half smile flickers on his face before he drowns it with the beer. "Yeah, something like that."

He looks to the girl, "So, Clementine... you're... uh, not really police are you?" He lowers his voice as he speaks, leaning inward and against the table with the eyes that have worked on far too many women to give them that 'you can tell me anything' confidence.

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