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[lvpd_sidle]

Sara.

Coffee.

Paradoxes. A bar of chocolate came with them, but she put it back.

Notebook.

Bother.

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[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

He finally lets go of her hand.

"Other than that, anything going on?"

[lvpd_sidle]

"Something weird, though something weird's normally going on anyway. Some people are acting like they're teenagers. I think it has to do with some sort of chocolate Bar's been giving out."

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

"Halloween prank, maybe?"

[lvpd_sidle]

"Probably, knowing Bar. Last year, she put a bunch of people in costume."

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

"Aye." He remembers that. Vagually. Seems so long ago.

He picks at a bit of dried...sometihng at the edge of the table.

[lvpd_sidle]

She covers his hand again. "Okay?"

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

A nod. "Just thinkin'. 'S all right." He shakes his head to clear it. "No sense dwelling on it, aye?"

[lvpd_sidle]

"Doesn't seem to help," she says quietly.

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

"No. It doesn't." A flash of eotion crosses his face, but he swallows it back. He's happy for her, for her engagement. He doesn't want to ruin that by breaking down on her.

[lvpd_sidle]

"C'mon," she says quietly. "Let's go upstairs. I'm going to thrash you at poker."

When in doubt....

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

"You think so?" He drinks the last of his water, and wraps the energy bar up to save for later.

[lvpd_sidle]

"I've lived and worked in Las Vegas for seven years," she says a bit dryly. "Lost several paychecks until I mastered Texas Hold'Em. C'mon."

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

"Aye, aye," He follows behind her, shaking his head.