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The Dresden Files - Harry/Murphy
S J Smith
Summary: "What IS this, Harry?"
Disclaimer: No no, never never, uh uh uh.
A.N.: Written for Lyra Ngalia, who gave me the prompt of "drinking games."
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This was not what Karrin had been expecting when Harry suggested they meet. All right, the bar was one thing, the fact that it wasn't his usual bar said a lot. Karrin half-expected the flat-screen TV on the opposite wall to suddenly explode. "So, we're not in one of you usual hangouts. Mouse isn't with you. Thomas isn't with you." Karrin frowned, having cultivated a frown that didn't look cute. Cops with cute frowns were not taken seriously. "What sort of trouble are you in this time?"
Harry had the grace to, well, she wouldn't call it 'blush', exactly, but he did sort of pout and glance at his beer. "There's no trouble." He raised his eyes. "Not on my end, anyway."
"Yeah?" Karrin wasn't buying it. He looked too sheepish. "Your friend Michael get caught chasing cars?"
Now he was embarrassed. "Look, can't a guy ask a friend out to a bar for a drink?"
"But this isn't your normal bar." Karrin's eyes narrowed sharply. "What is this, Harry?"
"A date, all right?"
As soon as he said it, the light over their table popped, shattering glass debris down over their heads.
Karrin sighed, fishing in her purse for her wallet. "C'mon. Let's go somewhere else and talk about this before you blow the whole bar to bits."
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