I wrote some more on the idea of Leo getting lost in the galaxy after his portals go screwy in the 40th anniversary comic.
Find part 1 here if you haven't read it!
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It wasn't home.
Like every portal before it in the past 21 hours, it wasn't home.
But it was...somewhere.
Tinny white lights cast a gentle glow on chestnut wood, illuminating rows upon rows of crystalline glasses.
A radiator hummed from somewhere, and country music played like static from the radio on the counter. There were bottles there; a familiar smell that was aged and pungent. A line of unstable stools lined up in front of it with a small sign reading:
'Sit Down! Have a drink!'
Leo sheathed his sword, obediently pulling out a seat and settling himself in it. The wood creaked beneath his weight, but the country music didn't once hiccup.
The music wasn’t in English, so this wasn't home.
It wasn't in...any language Leo recognized.
He set his elbows on the wooden counter of the bar, staring into the blurry pattern of the grain.
"You alright there, mate?"
Leo lifted his head like it was the last thing he wanted to do (because it was) and fixed a dead stare upon the figure.
He was tall but stout, heavy-set in the shoulders, but curved in a way that wasn't quite human. He wasn't quite yokai either, but Leo really wasn't in the mood to decide. He didn't respond, sinking his cheek against the counter with a sigh.
"That bad?" The stranger remarked. Leo heard the clink of glass on glass, then glass on wood. "Would ya like a drink?" A cup slid towards him, shot-sized with an angular design carved into the glass. Silver-brown liquid shivered in its walls.
"I'm seventeen." Leo muttered, poking the glass. The concave meniscus of the liquid sloshed out of balance, and Leo enjoyed the slight scuffing noise the bottom of the cup made across the counter.
"Ah, my mistake. How'd you get in here, then?" A hand grabbed the drink from Leo’s reach and he heard the floorboards creak as the figure reached back up to the shelves behind the counter. He had pale orange skin. One point for yokai.
After a moment, something small and cool slid against the back of one of Leo's hands, and he jolted up, watching the stranger cap off a black marker. He brought his hand up to his eyes, studying the new black 'x' that was now marked in with ink.
"What’s that for?" Leo asked, curious.
The bartender gave a sideways smile. Leo blinked, realizing it was sideways because of discolored scarring that marred one side of his lips. "It's a minor mark, so the other tappers know not to serve you anything hard. And so the other patrons know, too." He looked around as if there were other people there with them. As he sat up, Leo realized this must've been an offshoot from a bigger bar-space, and now his hearing could distantly pick up the sound of pool balls clacking together, the far away buzzing of conversations and louder music coming through the walls. "Shirley Temple?"
Leo propped himself back onto his elbows. He silently shook his head.
The bartender gave another crooked grin, busying himself with setting away the collection of bottles that filled the counter. He wiped his hands, leaning over to change the station on the radio. It buzzed as he rolled the wheel, fizzling through static before it played a new country song, this time in English. Leo sighed again, eyes back on the wood.
"Could you tell me where I am?" He finally asked.
The bartender was wiping down glasses, but he paused. "Paulie's. Best bar in the galaxy, if you ask me." There was an airiness to his words, but he didn't quite scoff in disbelief. "You're in a private bar suite. I asked how you got in here, but you didn't answer. Are you yourself not sure?"
Leo remained silent, drawing a finger lazily along the counter.
The bartender went back to wiping out the glass.
"Where is this place...in the galaxy?" Leo clarified after a moment.
The bartender looked up, now obviously stunned. "Do you not know how you got on...Tichi?"
"Is that a name for something?" Leo asked tiredly.
The bartender's forhead crinkled. "It's the name of this planet."
A different...planet? Pizza Supreme, Leo wasn't even on Earth anymore! He shifted his stance, pressing the balls of his palms against his closed eyes. "Do you know where Earth is in relation to..." What was the name of the planet? He'd just said it; Teechee? Tiki? "...here?" He met the stranger's eyes, really taking him in now.
He was pale orange and speckled, the darker orange flecks giving the guise of a 5-o-clock shadow around his jaw (except for the parts where the scars discolored it) and there were small antennae sticking out from his head. His dark orange hair was shorn messily short, but his apron was clean and he wore his plaid-blue sleeves rolled up past his elbows. Beneath his first set of arms, Leo found yet another, and he was surprised by how natural the bartender managed to move with them. Looking at his own plastron, four arms seemed like it would've been a nightmare.
"Earth?" The stranger set one hand to his chin, the other three resting at different spots along his hips. "That's mighty far, mate."
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