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[beer_and_fire]

Mick Rory

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[beer_and_fire]

Hmm. Guess that’s good a reason as any. [Mick orders a soda and then head over to a table near the dart boards. The saloons pretty empty and he’s enjoying the lack of other people crowding the place.]

So. Just gonna day this once, ya ever wanna talk I’ll listen. No pressure. No problems. Just letting ya know.

[woundedwinter]

Thanks man. [The offer is appreciated and if he's going to talk to anyone it will likely be Mick. He's become his closest friend in New Dodge. Someone who probably understands his struggles with self and identity better than anyone.

But today isn't for that. He picks up a dart and lets fly.] Same, you know?

[beer_and_fire]

Noted. [Mick lets one of his own fly.]

How're Peggy and Sam?

[woundedwinter]

Good. They're trying their level best to get in the way as we keep rebuilding. Cisco brought over these things called pool noodles to put on Sam to keep him from knocking into everything and busting out of his pen like he always does.

[beer_and_fire]

[They're halfway through their game when their food arrive]

That's good. I can come by and help if ya want. Pretty handy.