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Always more work to do. Always.

Yeah? If he's got ya chasin' your stumpy tail in this neighborhood, I betcha're.

Take off.

I do not think I am breaking any laws, officer.

[He really likes your new title]

*Casually knocks his half a bottle of beer to his feet*

That's drunk an' disorderly.

[She really liked your new shoes.]

[Glances to the bartender and a few others nearby]

I would think there are many who would say it was you who was being disorderly, officer. And if you wish to perform a sobriety test on me... [He holds out his arms, as if to indicate that it would be no issue.]

*Brightest smiles Kak dela? at the Russian goodfellas now focused on listening*

Good, Gregori. It's your lucky night. Dinner an' drink, courtesy o' Boston's finest. Seems the Lieutenant has a few more questions she'd like ya to answer before she gives ya that bottle for good citizenship.

Am I under arrest, officer, or is this - how do you say - off the record?

Oh, entirely off the record, Greg. As was aggreed.

[A few of the bar patrons seem to prickle at what she's implying. Gregori just looks confused.]

Agreement? I do not know what you mean, officer. Perhaps you have me confused for someone else.

*quite insistant knowing the stir and discomfort for Gregori the action was creating*

Ya know answer a few questions. Clarify a few things for us. Same ole same ole an' get you back in time to have breakfast. But if you don't wanna do it here, the station might be safer for ya.

I do not think I have anything to say to you, officer.

[He turns around, still not getting it - but not liking how much attention he's getting]

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