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It had started, like most things, innocently enough.

I should sit, Cora had told herself after Ingress’s ball, and rest my feet for a few minutes.

And after sitting, a ‘few minutes’ had turned into closing eyes her for a short while so that her grandparents wouldn’t be suspicious about her being so sleepy; they would think she’d only been to the schoolhouse and back.

…Cora’s curled up in an armchair by the fireplace, still in her formal dress from the night before.

Maybe someone should wake her up?

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Parker sits across, orders two cups of tea and waits until they arrive to say, quiet, "Cora."

"Mm?" she asks muzzily.

"Co-ra," Parker says, sing-song.

"Wha..?" her eyes open marginally and she stops.

And blushes beet-red.

"Er."

"Tea?" Parker asks, casually, indicating the cup on the table.

"Oh," she says says, righting her self in the seat. "Thank you, Parker--I don't make a habit of this, you know."

She is not clinging to the teacup (shh).

"Sure," he says. Grins though, behind his cup.

"Really--" than she breaks off with a small smile, "I suppose it's hopeless trying to convince you."

"A narcoleptic school teacher? Just impossible enough that it would have to be true."

"I think I would be very insulted, if I knew what 'narcoleptic' meant. I was at Ingress's party, you know--even with all of that sugar, it's rather tiring." Cora justifies immediately.

Also, the armchairs are very soft, and the fire is nice and warm.

Parker smirks. "Heard about it," he says. "Did you have fun?"

"Oh, yes--Ingress is a dear, and I met several new people, how can you justify not attending?" she teases him with a smile over the brim of the teacup.

"Eh, wasn't in the mood, and I think I was out of bar for most of it." He shrugs it off, "Plus, I don't do well at parties. Tend to get into brawls."

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Security's job isn't just breaking up fights, in the end. They're there to keep everybody safe.

So Sharpe comes over, shaking her gently.

"Lass? Not the best place to sleep."

She jumps, and blinks at him for a long moment.

"Oh. I--I'm sorry. What?"

"You were asleep", he says patiently. "Not the safest place to do that."

"Oh," she says, before suddenly blushing. "I hadn't realized--well, I, that is..."

She attempts to pull herself together. "I'm very sorry, I must have slipped off without realizing. Thank you, sir,"

I must look very, very silly, she thinks with another blush.

He waves it off. "It's easily done. I'm Sharpe."

"I'm Cora," she says with a smile, trying to regain her dignity. "From Chipstede--in Narnia, if you've heard of it. It was still awful nice of you--would you like some tea?"

She is gazing around the bar for a waitrat.

"Aye, I won't say no since you're offering. Good to meet you, Cora."

He smiles back.

"You as well, Mr. Sharpe," she smiles at him, before spotting a waitrat and waving it over.

"Good sir-or-ma'am, may we please have some tea? Thank you," she says, and smiles at the waitrat before adding, "oh, and my satchel--it has my coinpurse in it."

And her change of clothes, but she doesn't mention that.