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After almost a year, Jerry thinks, however staggering it is to consider having been away from L.A. for that long, he probably ought to be doing a little better for himself. Then again, before the squad, he had connections, but not as much in the way of actual friends. He'd been alright with that, too. Finding the bottom of a bottle was, more often than not, all he really needed. Here, he has the added bonus of being a step — or several decades — removed from everyone else. He deals with that a lot better than he used to, has at least started to see the benefits of some of the technological advances he missed out on, but mostly, he feels like an outsider, and wonders if he should mind that more than he does. It hardly seems to matter when he has what really matters, his girl and a steady income.

Still, he has to admit, it's nice to have a couple people for whom that isn't the case, who aren't just other guys he's chatted with at the station or knows in passing from having seen in his building. And while he might not drink like he used to, he definitely isn't going to object to spending a little time in a bar. He raises his glass once the bartender's set it down in front of him, offering Sean a crooked smile. "Cheers."

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"To the good life," Sean responds in kind, raising his own glass with a nod. For all that his own life is a bit of a mess at the moment, even knowing it will probably get worse before it gets better, he's got a surprising amount to be thankful for, an awful lot to drink to. He's been dialing it back a bit of late, having a much better frame of reference as to why Meredith always got on his case about it so much, but this here is just being sociable. Certainly no harm to it. "An' all those livin' it."

"I'll drink to that," Jerry says, before he does exactly that, taking a long swig from his glass before he sets it back on the bar. Even if he has less reason to be turning to this these days — or at least has enough to balance those out and keep him from doing so — there sure as hell isn't any harm in it now, and he didn't come here just to sit and enjoy the scenery. "No one said good and weird had to be mutually exclusive, anyway."

"They go hand-in-hand more often than nae, in me experience," Sean agrees, smiling wryly. "'Specially seein' as ye almost never see the good things comin'."

"Yeah, and God forbid they wind up being simple," Jerry says with a quick huff of a laugh. At least for him, they've rarely been, though in that light, he isn't sure there are that many things he could classify that way, anyway. He's just never been as bothered by that as he imagines some might be. "Just makes it easier not to. See 'em coming, that is."

"Ye got more weird than usual in yer life lately, or summat?" Sean asks curiously, settling comfortably in his seat. "Dashes o' the unexpected?"

"Not any more than happens for other people around here," Jerry says with a shrug. Just being here should be enough, really, and he isn't about to make too much of what he knows amounts to the status quo. "Had something show up a while back. Then my girl did, too."

"Aye, that'll happen," Sean nods, frowning slightly at the usual onslaught of rotten memories that brings up, the same kind that everyone earns after long enough in a place like this. "Nothin' too lousy for either o' ye, I hope?"

"Not half as bad as it could have been," Jerry says, shrugging. Neither was all that pleasant, but there are definitely worse things that could have showed up for both of them. "I got my medals from the war. Now they're just sitting at the bottom of a drawer again." As for Grace, he wouldn't know how to get into it. There shouldn't be anything wrong with a car showing up, but how to explain that the car had been bought for her by her gangster ex who almost had her killed?