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[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne's slumped in a booth, pouring shots from a bottle of tequila. She winces at the alcohol burn on her healing lower lip. Still, doesn't look like she's adverse to company.

Take a seat; she'll get you your own shotglass.


[ooc: tags may be slow due to the mun's current dependence on dial-up, but she'll be around for a while.]

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[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

Sands doesn’t sit, but he pauses as he passes by her booth.

“I hear,” he says at length, head cocked thoughtfully, “Ramon survived.”

[song_tra_bong]

She smiles overbright.

"Dollface! I've been looking for you. Care for a drink?"

She'll answer his question when she feels like it.

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

“Not particularly, no.”

He grins lazily, eyes hidden behind sunglasses.

[song_tra_bong]

"Oh, such a shame. Do hope you don't have to run, though. Like I said, been wanting to see you."

She smiles again, all teeth. "What," she begins, voice coated in false cheer, "in the billy blue hell were you thinking when you shot him?"

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

He taps his chin solemnly as he considers, expression almost deathly serious save for the faintest of smirks.

“Mostly,” and the smirk becomes a full-on grin again, “how great it felt to be shooting him.”

[song_tra_bong]

She sits a little straighter.

"Honey," she replies, "you'll be wanting to avoid such thoughts in the future, for your own continued ability to breathe."

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

He tuts, sighs, shakes his head. Tone perfectly pleasant.

“Did I offend your delicate sensibilities?”

[song_tra_bong]

She laughs.

"I don't think I have any delicate sensibilities left. But I do get a little irritated when people leave bullets in my friends."

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

“Mm. Okay. I’ll be sure to remember that.”

He smiles amiably and lights up a cigarette.

[dear-of-heart.livejournal.com]

Cora’s not particularly interested in alcohol, but she eyes the woman worriedly when she passes by her booth.

“Are you all right, miss?”

[song_tra_bong]

She looks up, blinking, and offers a smile.

"Fine, thank you. Just thinking about too many things, I guess."

[dear-of-heart.livejournal.com]

"Oh--I know how that is," she says with a small smile. "My brain gets cluttered up every so often."

[song_tra_bong]

"Came down here trying to sort things out and well..."

She shrugs. "Can't seem to pick one thing to focus on. They'll sort themselves eventually."

[dear-of-heart.livejournal.com]

"That's probably wise--when everything's in a jumble there's not much else to do but ignore it, I suppose.

Have you been here--Milliways, I mean, not at your booth--long?"

[song_tra_bong]

She's quiet for a moment, counting the months.

"I've been in and out of here for...almost a year now. And you?"

[dear-of-heart.livejournal.com]

"A bit over two months, but I'm only here whenever the school pantry wills it."

She eyes a near by waitrat, and asks it (politely) for a new cup of tea.

"Would you mind if I joined you?"

[song_tra_bong]

"Not at all!"

She sits a little straighter gesturing to the empty side of the booth.

"You're a teacher, I take it?"

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[and the chances of this becoming a slowtime are...a lot. Despite this, Delia curls up daintily in the booth, opposite side to Mary Anne.]

[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne smiles at her.

"Hey there, dear. How're things?"

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[a quick grin, and Delia holds up her left hand. Last time Mary Anne saw her, the star-burst scar had been icy to touch]

Took a trip into the Realms of the Dead and I'm not cold anymore. How are you?

[song_tra_bong]

That gets an eyebrow arch. She reaches a tenative hand out to touch the scar.

"Well that's good to hear. I'm doing pretty well myself, but I don't think I can top your news."

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[it's just a scar. White and silvery and warm as Delia's skin]

Well...mentally I went there, Josie said I stayed in bed for the whole time. About twenty-four. [Delia adds with a wince]

[song_tra_bong]

Despite having been told, the warmth is something of a (very pleasant) surprise.

She takes Delia's hand in hers, turning it over and leaning across the table to press a kiss to the back.

"However long, it's good to have you back."

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[a soft smile]

It's good to be back. It's been a year, you know, since I killed myself.

A year.

[song_tra_bong]

Her teeth dig in to her lower lip.

"Dare I ask what they wanted you for in the Realms?"

She hasn't let go of Delia's hand yet.