RP: This isn't meant to make sense

[mrmoneypenny]

There's a Villiers in a place that strangely resembles Milliways. But not. Really not. It's far too meta-esque.

And plus, the Villiers isn't the one that belongs in Milliways. No, it's one that's been living in a post-Apocalyptic USA, which leaves him in slightly more worn and ragged clothing than the suit would normally suggest.

And he's bored.

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[weeper_of_blood]

"And finally, hobo-chic arrives in bar."

And he is joined by a possibly not so familiar sight. Either way, Le Chiffre's there anyway.

"Dare I even ask why you're wearing that?"

[mrmoneypenny]

O noes is a dead villain!

It's a conditioned response to whip out his gun. Which is trained on Le Chiffre immediately.

Not a threat, he knows from his alter-ego -- but still, he doesn't trust the man. Nor does he see what the Other sees in him.

But each to his own.

"Should I be remotely surprised that you're as much of a bastard as everyone's been telling me?" he retorts, dryly.

[weeper_of_blood]

A gun. Oh, how joyful it is to have another one of those pointing at him. It's getting far too familiar.

Plus it's Villiers. Or what he assumes is Villiers.

Either this is a bad joke, or it's weird Bar stuff happening.

"Should I be remotely surprised that you've already pulled a gun? As humorous as the sight of you trying to look threatening is.. I'd suggest putting it down, dear."

[mrmoneypenny]

He stares at Le Chiffre for a while longer.

Stare.

Stare.

The gun comes down.

"If you must know, the clothes come from post-apocalyptic Kansas, and I've killed far too many aliens than I care to recount."

Which basically means that he's killed an alien before. Hey, that's still far too many in his eyes!