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[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

Yeah, she's still wet. Hasn't changed out of the clothes she went swimming in yet. Doesn't really mind.

That, however, does not explain why she's upside-down on a table, head hanging off the edge, watching the bar with slitted eyes.

She might even go rightside-up, if you ask.

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[probability-cat.livejournal.com]

"And you drink blood instead of wine?"

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"Opposite, actually. I've sworn off."

[probability-cat.livejournal.com]

Doesn't make sense to her, unless the girl has some pretty strong compassion and empathy for her fellow beings, but ... "Ok. Good for you."

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"I like to think so."

Brightly, holds out an upside-down hand.

"Mal."

[probability-cat.livejournal.com]

She shakes. "Schrödinger's Cat."

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"Long name."

Grin.

"Nickname?"

[probability-cat.livejournal.com]

"People call me the Cat, or just Cat as a nickname."

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"Cat. Nice to meet you."

A smile, and she finally hauls herself upright.

[probability-cat.livejournal.com]

"Nice to meet you, too. I don't suppose you've met Schrödinger?"

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"Never heard of him."

[probability-cat.livejournal.com]

"Damn."

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"Problem?"

[probability-cat.livejournal.com]

"I'm looking for the bastard."

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"What'd he do to you?"

[probability-cat.livejournal.com]

"I don't like to talk about it. But when I find him, he's dogfood."

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"Ah. Right, then."

Hops off the table.

"It's been lovely, dear, but I really must run. Later?"

[probability-cat.livejournal.com]

She nods vaguely. "Later." She's already wandering away.

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

And Mal hurries upstairs to change.