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[therushingsky]

"Heyyyy, you've reached the head office of the Atlas Corporation, leave a message and your number, and one of our people will get back to you."

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[stand_unshaken]

He lets him take his time, clearly somewhat used to interacting with people with similar disabilities. He's not one to pamper regardless, and definitely not just because you've only got one arm to make cocktails with.

He raises an eyebrow at Rhys, but he's game, and he shakes the hell out of that shaker before passing it back.

"I never had a drink that required so much fussin' over it."

[therushingsky]

"Well, in that case--" Rhys cracks open the cocktail shaker, and pours the drink out into two thin stemmed martini glasses, before pushing one towards Arthur, "You are very welcome."

[stand_unshaken]

He looks at it in the light, like he might a fine whiskey. Colorful, at least.

"Alright. Uh-- cheers, Rhys," he says, meaning it well enough, before he takes a drink and... makes a face.

"Is it supposed to be kinda sweet?"

[therushingsky]

"It's supposed to be a perfect balance of sweet, sour, bitters-- and, if you can be bothered with it, salt. But I was too lazy so no salt for us."

If Rhys is bothered that Arthur doesn't seem immediately enamoured with Margaritas, he doesn't let it show, instead taking a liberal swig of his own.

"Annnnd, it's easy enough to drink that they get you drunk really, really fast."

[stand_unshaken]

"Now that, I can get behind."

He takes another sip, and after consideration doesn't hate it, but he's a beer and whiskey man. It's not going to be his favorite. But he's going to finish it for Rhys' sake.

[therushingsky]

Rhys lifts his glass in a silent toast to that.

"So was the other guy-- Mortimer, was he your first go on the inmate roundabout, or have you been here longer?"

[stand_unshaken]

"First time. So if you wanna stick around a little longer than a couple weeks, I'd be appreciative. How long you been here?"

[therushingsky]

"A little bit over a year as a warden, helped my inmate graduate last summer, then maybe-- shit, I'm coming up to six months since I got demoted."

[stand_unshaken]

"No shit? What happened?" He really doesn't judge, here, just seems interested.

[therushingsky]

"Inmate threw me overboard, and right before I hit space I managed to drag him over after me." Rhys explains, dispassionately, "I call it self defense, the Admiral calls it revenge."

Rhys shrugs,

"He didn't like me anyway."

[stand_unshaken]

"Admiral? Why not?"

[therushingsky]

"Honestly? I think it's because I kept pitching suggestions at him." Rhys answers, taking another sip, "When he installed the escape pods he put one in where my cabin had been, emptied all my stuff into the corridor. In hindsight I guess it was a pretty loud get off my ship hint."

[stand_unshaken]

"So why didn't you do it then? You was a warden, you coulda left at any point."

[therushingsky]

"I was attached to people here." Rhys answers, frankly, "People who couldn't leave, or who wouldn't leave-- and I'd burned my deal on saving my inmate's world from not-existing, so if I went, I'd have no way of ever contacting any of them again."

He goes quiet for a moment, studying his drink.

"I knew I disagreed with him about people. People who were inmates who I didn't think deserved to be stuck here. I honestly think-- he already felt that way about me and was waiting for me to give him an excuse. "

[stand_unshaken]

He takes that all in, quietly. Rhys takes it seriously, so Arthur takes it seriously. He runs a hand over his mouth and takes a sip of his sugary drink.

"You're still here with 'em now. Those people you was attached to, those inmates who shouldn't be stuck here. You bein' an inmate don't change shit for them."