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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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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.

*Meg stares at the remnants of red liquid in her wineglass, before lifting her gaze to meet Lilly's.*

Look into their eyes
And you'll see what they know -

Everybody dies.

Everybody dies, Lilly echoes.

Or sleeps, perchance, and ay, there's the rub -

She stops short again, unable to repress a tiny shudder as the faint sound of a wolf's howl cuts through the tune. A breath, and she raises the glass again.

So drink up through this demon-cursed pub -

Let's hear it for the girls of the club!

*Meg's voice, scratchy and off-tune, is a full-blown shout now; her glass held high above her head, she climbs up to stand on her chair, more than a little unsteadily.*

Everybody rise!

*Another gulp.*

Rise!

Lilly steps from floor to chair to table in one long, less than graceful movement.

Rise!

She reaches over and clinks her glass against Meg's.

Rise! Rise! Rise!

*Meg jumps up onto the table next to her, and raises her glass next to Lilly's.*

Rise! Rise! Rise!

*A breath; then, steadily, and without a note of music in her voice -*

Rise! *she concludes, and finishes off her glass, before letting it drop to smash on the ground.*

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