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[cuttingslack.livejournal.com]

Sure, this mun is dizzy. Sick. Whatever. But this is Slack, folks, and though she's got plans for this week in her own world -- a lot of them involve shopping at a historical monument, in fact -- right now she, too, is revelling in the fact that the bar seems to be pretty damned crowded.

She's not exactly ignoring new people, she just isn't going out of her way to meet them, so much. She isn't going out of her way to meet anyone, so much -- she's actually just sitting on a chair with some Kung Pao chicken, a chihuahua mixed breed in her lap.

She's not going out of her way to not talk to anyone either.

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[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

Before the whole incident with Zekka, Sharpe is sitting by the Bar enjoying a drink.

He nods to Slack, cordially enough.

[cuttingslack.livejournal.com]

Furball yaps.

Slack, though, waves, and raises a fork-spearing-a-piece-of-chicken in greeting. "Hey. How's tricks?"

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

"Going well", he says with a smile. "Haven't seen you for a while."