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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]

*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.*