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~~Later that evening...~~

*sitting alone at a bar*

Crap.

Rough night?

*nods, loosening his tie* You could say that, ma'am. *especially if the glass of whiskey is any indication*

*sips her glass of wine* Need to talk about it?

No, that won't be necessary. Not unless you wanna end up in a coma by the end of the night. *he smiles slightly - it's a weak attempt at a joke but hey, it's been a long night*

Oh, I've done my time in one of those.

You just -- remind me of someone I used to know, and you look rough.

*dryly, though still smirking* Gee, thanks. You really know how to sweet talk a guy.

*she laughs faintly*

Fight with the wife?

*has a sip of his whiskey, looking into the glass for a moment* She's not my wife.

Girlfriend, then.

Nope. *glances at her* What about you? You here alone?

Yes. Yes, I am.

*Because she's curious, and her cop's instincts won't let it drop* Who is she? The woman who has you tied up in knots?

Just a colleague. *raises an eyebrow at her* You always this tenacious, ma'am?

*glances away* I don't mean to pry. *looks back* Cop. We're shit at letting things drop.

*drains her glass* I'm Alex, and you can buy me another drink if you'd like. *cheeky grin*

*smirks slightly and offers a hand* Rupert Galvin, ma'am, it's a pleasure. *gestures to her glass* Same again?

Please. *smiles and shakes his hand*

So, Rupert Galvin, it's nice to meet you.

*wryly* Oh, I wouldn't come to that conclusion just yet. See how the evening goes. *gestures to the bartender who brings her over another glass of wine and a whiskey for himself. Pushes the glass towards her* Cheers.

Cheers.

*Her eyes follow him, even over the rim of her glass, and the look on her face is appreciative*

Been in London long?

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