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"Um...excuse me? If I could have everyone's attention for a minute."

The hustle and bustle of the bar continues a pace, as if he'd said nothing at all.

"Hello? Can I have your attention, please."

Still nothing. There are drinks being drunk and foods being eaten and hub-bubs to bub.

"Okay...that's it."

A near ear piercing whistle makes it's way through the din. You'd almost expect a fleet of taxis to pull up along side the dirty-blonde haired man standing behind Bar. After all, that's what whistles like that are cultivated for in the first place.

"Thank you. Uh,...I guess I have an announcement to make. Um...first things first. Apologies to those who've had questionable...uh...bar-fare in the last couple of days. There's a refund coming your way if you were inconvenienced in any way. It's been a rough week of transition for everyone involved, and we appreciate your patience.

This brings me to my second point, um...for the time being...."

At this turn of phrase he winces slightly, as if someone had just poked him rather hard in the brain.

"...I will be assuming the role of Head Barman. So uh...yeah. If you've got any concerns, let me know I'll do what I can. If you have any complaints...please keep in mind that I am a highly trained ninja that can kill you in your sleep.

Okay with that said...the Bar is open."

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"ME too! Baby! Do you have a name picked out? If it's some sort of Italian painter, we're going to have words,...just to give you a heads up."

Sam laughs. "No Italian painters, I promise. But yeah, I haven't thought of anything yet--oof!"

She puts a hand on her stomach. "He's awake now, apparently."

Mike's face lights up.

"Can I?"

He extends a tentative hand.

"Of coooouuuurse!" Sam grins, sticking her tummy out more.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE."

Only bats can hear his glee.
Mike pulls his hand back, and rubs it on his pant leg to warm it up, before placing it on her belly.

Baby!Boy!Largeman gives a mighty kick. It makes Sam turn a little green and makes Mike's hand jump a little. "Bwaha. He's defintely awake. Now he'll be training for the Olympics in there."

"Holy crap! That was like...a ninja kick.
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If your labor involves smoke bombs, I so want pictures!"

"Okay. I'll tell Andrew and Jaina to look for that." She grins, giggling at him.

"Oh but that's the thing....if it's there they won't be able to see anything else. We're stealthy that way."

"So stealthy. You should go work for a spying agency."

"I should...but I prefer drink slinging. Less chance of getting the wrong kind of shot."

She grins. "So true. Man. I miss alcohol." She sighs. "Seriously."

"You know...I could make you a drink so good you'll think there's alcohol in it...."

"Oooooh do it." Sam beams.

"Fruity or creamy? Choose...but choose wisely."