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*Meg's sitting at a booth in the bar, with a fire extinguisher well within her sights.

Theoretically, she's working on a lesson plan.

But every fifteen seconds or so, her eyes dart up, scanning the bar for dancing. Which alas means she has not made much progress on the aforementioned lesson plan.*

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Lilly joins Meg in the booth, eyeing said fire extinguisher.

"I haven't been downstairs in a few days. Brothel decorating and all. So... am I going to regret it if I ask why you have a fire extinguiusher keeping you company?"

- you haven't heard, *Meg says, ruefully, and runs a distracted hand back through her hair.

It's a measure of frazzlement that her voice, by this point, doesn't even lower dramatically when she says:* We've got a demon. The entire bar is under this horrible curse -

*- all right, it only lowers dramatically a little.*

"Again?"

Lilly sighs, and waves at a passing waitrat for a drink.

"Okay. Who and what is it this time?"

A demon, *Meg says, succinctly,* that makes people sing and dance until they spontaneously combust - one for me too s'il te plait?

*After saving at least one person from a decidedly fiery doom, Meg feels she has been responsibly On Duty long enough for one day.*

Songs. Coming out of nowhere, *she adds, glumly.* It's terrifying.

"Damn."

Lilly changes their order from two glasses of wine to 'And just leave the bottle.'

"Attack tunes? That's like... so wrong. I mean, bursting into flame is bad too, but forced song? That's just cruel."

You don't know what you're going to say, *Meg agrees, glumly,* until you're already singing, and by the time you're done half the time you've said things you never wanted to, and also your throat hurts -

And also there are attack waitrats.

"Well, fuck."

The wine arrives, carried by a waitrat who gets a very suspicious look from Lilly before she tips him and opens the bottle.

"Anything good going on that we could toast to?"

*The waitrat contrives to look wounded, before walking like an Egyptian off the table and into someone else's song.

Meg, meanwhile, lifts her glass and twirls it, thoughtfully.*

- well, we can always toast to us. We're always good to toast to, right?

"Here's to the girls of the club?" Lilly suggests, lifting her own glass and failing to notice the slight change of intonation in her voice.

"Everybody cheer.
Anything that happens
We're there at the hub"

It's a little more noticeable now.

Gotta interfere, *Meg agrees, clinking her glass against Lilly's with a grin.*

Better beware,
Girl glitterazi
Up at the bat -

Lilly takes a sip, smiling as the beat kicks in.

Knowing what's fair,
Flaunting our moxie
In classy hats -

She breaks off, puzzled.

Does either of us own a hat?

*Meg breaks down in giggles, and lifts her glass higher, before taking a sizeable gulp.*

I'll drink to that.

*She takes another sip, and then lifts her glass again.*

And here's to the girls who play smart -
Aren't they a blast?

Lilly nods in agreement, stepping out of the booth and doing a little twirl.

Rushing to their paper
And playing their part,

The large swallow of wine at this point in the song in no way indicates that much of the paper is produced by drinking heavily.

*Meg starts to echo the motion, before her feet slip in a leftover pile of foam from the fire extinguisher and send her stumbling straight back into the booth.*

Floundering at last, *she adds, a little breathlessly, as she desperately tries to prevent her wineglass from spilling.*

Another long exhausting day
Another shiny project -

Out of nowhere, a fedora comes whirling at Lilly. She looks blankly at it for a second before shrugging, putting it on her head, and continuing with the song.

A well-timed jest, an epic quest
To fetch Important Objects

I'll drink to that -

*Meg has now stabilized her wineglass, and takes another sizeable gulp, before reaching over to tweak Lilly's hat.*

And one for projects!

Lilly's smile at the hat-tweaking turns sardonic as she lifts her glass again.

And here's to the girls who play life --
Aren't they too much?

*Meg snorts, clinking her glass against Lilly's a little too emphatically.*

Straining still to follow
The latest in strife -
Just to keep in touch.

Lilly frowns, but there's no way to stop the next words out of her mouth.

The ones with wounds in their head
Who take the living to bed
Too crazy to know that they're dead.

*Meg's knuckles are white on her wineglass, and have been since Lilly's second line.*

Aren't they a gem?
I'll drink to them!

*She empties the glass, in one long gulp, and sets it down so hard on the table that it jangles; a passing waitrat quietly pours her another.*

Let's all drink to them, Lilly mutters, downing her wine and getting a refill as well.

She stares down at a bit in the wooden floor that looks rather like a bride's cross.

And here's to the girls who've moved on--
Weren't they the best?

We'll just try our worst to forget that they're gone -
Guess we failed the test.

*Meg laughs, again, but there's not much humor in it.*

Another loss, another day -

Another thing to pine for, Lilly chimes in, her eyes drawn inexorably towards the front door.

Another thing we'll never say,
Another glass of wine for-

She forcibly stops herself from singing by emptying the rest of her wine glass and holding it out for a refill.

Merde! *Meg interrupts, too loudly, and pours some more wine into her mouth.*

I'll drink to that.

Lilly makes an effort to regroup, lifting her chin and her wineglass high.

So here's to the girls on the go--
Everybody tries.