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[balletrat]

*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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[balletrat]

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

I'll drink to that.

[awesome_lilly]

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

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

[balletrat]

*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.

[awesome_lilly]

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 -

[balletrat]

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!

[awesome_lilly]

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!

[balletrat]

*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.*