In a bar...

[captain_fucking_magic]

Harry's having a fairly good day, as these things go. He's taking a break from work, and has absconded with Perry's laptop to the bar, where he is typing up a blog post detailing their last case. Or at least, what he's allowed to blog about. Perry still insists on checking these things over before Harry posts them (confidentiality and all that, which fine. Harry can work with that), but he's got pretty good at knowing which bits to leave out or alter slightly to keep Perry in business.

And besides. It's kind of fun, being like Dr Watson. Only, you know. Without the doctor part.

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[myeuh_muh]

Darcy coughs root-beer up her nose and down her shirt.

"Oh my god. Ah, crap..." She dabs at her shirt with her sleeve. "A frog? Really? No, wait, I really need to get a napkin..."

She pushes her chair back and casts about her.

[captain_fucking_magic]

There's one on the table next to Harry, which he hands to her.

"Yeah, that was a while ago, but I'm sure they've forgotten all about it by now."

[myeuh_muh]

"Yeah, I guess when your brother puts in a pretty good bid to kill you, you forget the little things. Do you want a drink?"

She waves the empty root-beer glass at him by way of example.

[captain_fucking_magic]

Harry shakes his head.

"I'm technically working," he says. "And my boss is enough of a dick that he actually has one of those breathalyser things. Something about professional behaviour or some shit like that."

Or possibly something about stumbling into the office after a night of heavy drinking that only ended about two hours before work started. At least he was on time!

[myeuh_muh]

"What about like, a root-beer or a milkshake or something? I gotta study later anyway. It's almost finals time."

Definitely not sleeping with his boss. No one would breathalyse someone they were planning on sleeping with.

[captain_fucking_magic]

"Finals?" Harry asks. "Watchya studying?"

Harry's going to school too. Well. Getting his GED.

[myeuh_muh]

"Political science. And history. I was doing linguistics but after last summer I switched, and after these exams I'll be all graduated and grown-up."

Darcy flags down a rat. "Sure I can't tempt you? I was going to get strawberry."

[captain_fucking_magic]

"Grown-up's overrated," Harry says. "Strawberry milkshakes are only acceptable for kids."

He thinks about this for a moment.

"Make it a chocolate, and it's on me," he says. Because something about girls buying him drinks is just weird.

[myeuh_muh]

"Well thank you, but I try not to accept drinks from strange men." Darcy places the order anyway and extends a hand with a mischievous look. "My name's Darcy. Charmed, I'm sure."

[captain_fucking_magic]

"Harry," he says. "I think I already said that."

He shakes her hand, though.

[myeuh_muh]

"Yeah sorry, I'm real bad with names." Darcy shrugs. "So what were you doing before I performed root-beer ballet all over your space?"

[captain_fucking_magic]

"Oh. Uh." He looks down at his laptop and shrugs. "Sort of being like Watson, I guess. My boss doesn't mind that I post this stuff because he says it might actually help me type better."

And, let's be honest. With nine-and-a-half fingers, his typing needs all the help it can get.

[myeuh_muh]

"Watson? You mean like, Sherlock Holmes?" Darcy grins at the thought of this little dude with the Watson 'tache and period clothing. "So you stand around and are amazed?"

[captain_fucking_magic]

"Yeah, sort of," Harry says. "Mostly, I just deal with filing the reports, and sometimes translating, because what kind of dick lives in LA and never learns Spanish?"

Seriously.

[myeuh_muh]

"You know, you've got it easier than the real Watson. They had to have all the papers and all the mail and these big scrapbooks. At least you have Google."

Darcy tucks her hair behind her ear and leans forward.

"Can I see what you're doing?"

[captain_fucking_magic]

"I have a filing cabinet," Harry says. "I don't even get to keep the key."

He rotates the laptop so she can see the post form. It's old LiveJournal. Seriously old. From way back when a person had to actually know HTML to format their posts.

He's been working on this thing off and on for about two days, but he's finally getting done. It's a long post about a case that started off as another cheating Hollywood husband that somehow turned into a case of a stolen car and about thirty pounds of coke.

[myeuh_muh]

"Wow. Livejournal hasn't looked like this, like, forever. You're a couple of years behind me, aren't you?"

Darcy flips through the page with her hand on her chin. Sometimes she smiles when something catches her eye.

[captain_fucking_magic]

"Uh, maybe?" Harry says. "2006. A lot of the stuff in this isn't really how it went. I have to change the names, and some of the locations. I can't even hit send until Perry says it's OK."

He sounds a bit put out by that, because really. He knows what he's allowed to post.

[myeuh_muh]

"Yeah that's like four years." Darcy passes the laptop back. "Hey, you know what we could do, is like, I could find out the lottery numbers or the winner of the Grand National for like, 2008 and then you could place all your money on it and we could like, split the winnings."

Darcy has seen Back To The Future, but clearly didn't take anything home from it.

[captain_fucking_magic]

"That's a great way to lose money, apparently," Harry says. "Because, like, different time-lines? I don't know. I'm not allowed to do it."

[myeuh_muh]

"Well that's no fun." Darcy sighs, but perks up when the rat reappears with her milkshake. "Ooh, it's even got a cherry on top. That's what I love about this place, it just does exactly what you want."

Bliss is strawberry milkshake with sprinkles.

[captain_fucking_magic]

Harry takes his milkshake and goes back to slowly tapping out his journal entry.

"I had a girlfriend who could tie the stem in a knot with her tongue."

Why did he just say that?

[myeuh_muh]

"Huh. I always wanted to try and do that, but I always had to use my teeth."

Darcy demonstrates enthusiastically.

"See? Not so attractive."

[captain_fucking_magic]

"Yeah, I dunno," Harry says. "Teeth have never been my favourite."

[myeuh_muh]

"Oh they have their place. Can you do it?" Darcy puts the tied stem on her napkin and looks at Harry expectantly.