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[dirk__gently]

Two ghosts walk into a bar... and if anyone makes a joke Dirk will tip over their drink. Actually they've pinpointed in, and Dirk both vanishes and drops the pinpoint again once they're there. Anyone standing nearby may hear the ghostly muttered "Damnit..." He's not enjoying the sensation of having it drop directly through his hands. Oh well. If

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[isaac_bergen]

Now, the only awkward bit about this is that he didn't bring any cash. Ahem. It's one of those tiresome factors of the corporeally-challenged lifestyle; you can't waft around invisibly while carrying your fistful of dollars. (Or euros, pounds, rubles, pesos, rupees....)

Isaac's not about to mention this to the bartender, mind. The more visible of the two ghosts, clad in a faintly damp-looking WWI uniform, waves down the bartender. "Hallo. My invisible friend and I would like a gin martini, two olives, just sort of let the gin take a look at the vermouth and think about it for a second, and...Dirk, what's your pleasure? --Put them in something that won't break easily, and set 'em on fire."

[dirk__gently]

If the bartender can at least be convinced it's Dirk, he has an infinite credit line here, which is not the least of reasons he frequents the place. On the other hand he hadn't really thought of the technical difficulty in making sure it goes on his tab.
"A gin and tonic would be a good start... err, I have an open tab here, I really do." He waves a hand to the bartender, focusing quite hard and breifly becoming visible in a flockery kind of way.

((I think we may have to sort of handwave this... I've never seen an actual bartender respond.))

[isaac_bergen]

He beams at Dirk. "That was very convincing visibility." The bartender seems a little non-plussed, but the drinks do happen to order. Isaac leans over the blue flame and closes his eyes. Ahhhhh.

"--Did you say you were a private detective?"

[dirk__gently]

"Mmph." Dirk isn't as pleased with his accomplishment. He does watch his companion, and leans over the drink cautiously as the bartender lights it. That's... hmm... it's a little like inhaling alcohol, but without the drowning sensation. It's better than nothing. "A Private Holistic Detective, yes. Why, have a mystery on your hands?"