Of Dates, Intangible Things, Broken Legs, and Cocoa

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara is in the bar. She is curled up by the fireplace, drinking cocoa. Feel free to join her.

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[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

"Just don't write anything obscene or suggestive."

[lvpd_sidle]

"Oh ye of little faith..." she bends over his leg, pen poised.

She writes with a flourish and a smirk, Man VS. Gravity-->Gravity Won, and initials next to it.

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

"Gee, thanks, Sara," he says sarcastically. But in good nature.

[lvpd_sidle]

"You're welcome."

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

"So...you feeling any better?"

[lvpd_sidle]

She nods. "Yeah--had my ribs healed by one of the wizards. Can't even tell that they were broken. And I slept without nightmares." The funeral had also been cathartic in many ways.

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

He smiles. "That's great."

[lvpd_sidle]

"Life goes on, whether we like it or not. And I have the feeling Tim would kick our asses if we stayed morose for very long."

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

"Sounds like you had a good leader."

[lvpd_sidle]

"He was. I wish I had known him better."

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

"Didn't know him well at all, myself. Only spoke to him a couple of times for security."

[lvpd_sidle]

"I knew him more through Ace--she's become one of my closest friends here. And he made her very happy."

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

He looks down. "How's she doing?"