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There's a bar near city hall that Lee frequents. Usually, it's only when he's been spending time in the law library, studying or working on a paper, and by the time he's done for the day and he's read through enough that he finds himself going cross-eyed, the idea of stopping in before heading back to High Gate Terrace for the night seems like the best thing he'll do all day.

Of course, he knows all the work will eventually be worth it. While Darrow has been mostly kind to its newcomers, to people from different times and planets and dimensions, it's not without its flaws. First and foremost being the lack of representation for those people. It's something that grates on Lee every time he sees a protest or reads an Op Ed in the paper about it, and for the most part, no one else seems to care much. But they're stuck here, just the same as everyone else, and they deserve to have a say in their government. To help shape it. There should be programs to help new arrivals get acclimated. Instead, there's nothing.

He's hoping to change that. Eventually.

This evening, there's just a bar full of professionals and a strong glass of scotch. The rest, he'll figure out later.

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"Yeah, not a good idea," Lee agrees. He's yet to go to work or class hungover in Darrow, but he figures that the number of times he found himself at morning briefings feeling like his head was going to cave in more than makes up for it.

"And I'll do the same. Maybe I'll even look a little less pathetic than I do drinking by myself."

"Aw, you didn't look pathetic," Molly says with a grin. "Besides, I mean, if you hadn't been sitting alone, I probably wouldn't have come over, so I really think that worked out for the best for both of us." For one, it's not like he'd been the only one sitting by himself. Even if that hadn't been the case, she'd be pleased she sat down next to him. She knows a lot more about Lee now than she did before this evening, and it kind of feels like it's about time that was the case. If nothing else, she's glad it is now.

"I'll just thank the gods for small favors, then," he replies, though he's still not convinced. Usually, he reserves drinking alone for wallowing, but in Darrow, it's mostly because he doesn't have many people to drink with at all. It's not like Galactica, with a pilots' mess full of rowdy viper jocks on the next deck. Most of the time, it's just him.

"For what, that you didn't look pathetic or that I sat with you?" Molly asks, clearly teasing. At least as far as she's concerned, this has probably been a lot more interesting than her night would have been otherwise, and definitely better company than she could have counted on. It's left her curious, too; later, she'll have to ask about the religion where he came from, the mention of gods, plural, not escaping her notice. When they're both calling it a night, this isn't the time, but it's hard not to wonder. "Or both?"

"Both, actually," Lee says, with a hint of a smile, "Though I'm still not so sure about the former."

It's probably better than drinking alone back in his apartment, though. At least out a bar, there's some attempt to do something outside of work and school. It's still strange to know that's an option for him, these days. With a gradually decreasing number of viper pilots, there wasn't a lot of time for R&R.

"I guess you'll just have to take my word for it," Molly says, her own smile wide and bright. "If it helps, I would not have sat next to someone who looked pathetic sitting here." She likes Lee, but she also feels like she knows him considerably better now than she did when she first spotted him at the bar, and besides, she doesn't really do the pity thing. Pulling her wallet out of her purse, she adds, "Though I think I am gonna head out once I've settled my tab, so you're on your own then."