[The bar's dimly lit, especially over here. There's some people here and there, nobody paying them any attention, the murmur of conversation. It's the time of night when your world gets small. The bartender's over behind the bar, wiping it with a rag like they do in every dimension there is. You could almost think it was the real world, if it weren't for the little blue turtle-thing sleeping on the corner of the pool table, but at the same time it feels real far away.]
[Blake doesn't break Dirk's gaze.]
[He says it pointed and deliberate, like it's a nasty piece of evidence he's pushing in his face. Like it's fighting words.]
[Action]
[Blake doesn't break Dirk's gaze.]
[He says it pointed and deliberate, like it's a nasty piece of evidence he's pushing in his face. Like it's fighting words.]
Yeah. I did.