"Just tell them we're twins and it'll be sorted. It's near enough the truth."

Jim rolls his eyes. In a place like the Nexus most establishments probably won't give half a shit about the looks of the people who wander through their doors. Unless it's to check out the Jims and their company, of course. That anyone could be forgiven for.

"Arnie's could be fun. Could teach the others some dom-jot while we were at it. S'not the most romantic place in the world but it's a quiet dive with good whiskey and dom jot tables and that's all I ever cared about."