Sam's Earth: Detroit

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Leeroy had learned his lesson.

Never, ever swap the memory cards on Jeimu's PlayStation 2. And don't hide the one that had all her DDR save games on it.

She'd sworn up a storm and then opened up a portal in the living room and kicked him through it. Now he was here, in a strange bar in a strange city. He didn't feel too concerned, Mu would bring him back when she decided he deserved to set foot on Newfoundland again.

But while he was here there was only one thing to do.

"What d'ye got fer beers, b'y?" he asked the bartender.

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The leatherclad woman looked at him from under her dyed purple forelock, then pointed to the list on a blackboard behind the bar.

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"Thanks," Leeroy grunted. "Guess I'll have a Budweiser."

It arrived, and he took a swig and almost gagged. The shabla stuff tasted like water. He sighed.

Mu, if you can hear me, I promise to never, ever do it again, he thought fervently.

Jeimu's laughter came through his mind almost immediately. You're going to stay right the $#@% there until I feel like you've had enough time to think on what you've done.

Yeah, but... but...

His mind was silent. She was ignoring him. He sighed again and took another swig of the horrible beer that probably wasn't worth the money he paid for it.

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The 'tender looked at him thoughtfully. "Where you from?"

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"Newfoundland," he muttered. "Where'm I at, anyway?"

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She quirked one drawn-on eyebrow. "Pete's bar."

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"And tha's where in the world, exactly?" He finished his first beer and motioned for another one.

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Now she gave him the, 'I think you've had enough' look and pretended she didn't see the request. "Detroit, Michigan."

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"Ah." Realizing that the bartender thought he was drunk beyond all belief he set a few American dollar bills on the bar and rose to leave.

"Thanks fer yer time, anyway," he said, pushing open the door and walking out into the chilly night.

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The area was dark and deserted, with a fine drizzle coming down and soaking the garbage that littered the alley he'd stepped out into.

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He pulled up the collar of his leather jacket and folded his arms across his chest in order to conserve warmth as he shuffled down the alley, his boots crunching on old flyers and broken beer bottles.