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[slayer_fray]

Rachel told Mel to get some sleep. So Mel slept. And she told her to eat. So she's eating. At a table in the middle of the bar, Badge pinned to the holster on her thigh, she's tucking into a mound of pancakes, liberally covering in bacon and syrup.

Dinah offered her shapes, she went for shapes. Everything she had.

Except for turtles. That's just wierd.

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Good, because this way they can avoid the subject of eating turtles altogether, thanks very much.

"Lo, Mel. How goes?" It's an Ace in a better mood than she was before. Improvement, right? Right.

[mnt_mike]

These days the first place Mike goes when he ventures into the bar, is the schedule board. You know, out general curiosity. It's not like he's avoiding any of the Bar's other employees or anything.

And speaking of the Bar's other employees, Mike catches sight of Mel. Carrying a plate heaping with pancakes, Mike heads over.

"I'm scheduled for a shift on Thursday."

Oh, and that heaping plate? All turtles.

[dreamer_fray]

So now there's a vampire.

Sitting on the edge of a table nearby, arms folded.

Watching, like he does.