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[stilljustandrew]

*There's an Andrew in the bar.*

*He's looking a lot more cheerful than he did last time he was here.*

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[balletrat]

Hey, Andrew -

*Meg's looking cheerful enough herself, as she passes by the table, and pauses, with only faint hesitation before doing so.*

[stilljustandrew]

*He looks up, and there's only a split second's pause before he smiles.*

Meg. Hey.

How, um, how've you been?

[balletrat]

Oh - oh, bien. I mean, not really different. Bien.


*This answer is illustrated with several vaguely expressive hand gestures, as if to make up for what it lacks in details and specificity. (It doesn't.)*

Et toi?

*She's still allowed to tutoyer him, right?*

[stilljustandrew]

I'm ... good. Mostly good.

*A pause, and he considers not saying it. And then says it.*

I, um. Was at Warren's wedding last week.

[balletrat]

*Meg is silent for a long moment, as she considers and rejects several responses. 'Oh, that must have been nice,' is too inane even to be a contestant. 'How was Warren?' is more than a bit silly, considering it's several years in Warren's past, and she was there to know.

And 'How was I' is . . . . for many reasons, clearly out.

She settles for,* I, er, I remember that.

[stilljustandrew]

Yeah.

*His smile is a little pensive, but it's not the brittle desperate smile of that night. It's probably a good thing she didn't see that one.*

Guess we're all caught up now.

[balletrat]

No more awkward - future knowledge, *Meg agrees, and shakes her head.* I can't even remember how long ago it was really for me. But it feels like a long time.

[stilljustandrew]

About two and a half years. Ish.

Feels like longer.

[balletrat]

*Meg grins, suddenly.*

Don't worry - I don't see too many more wrinkles, *she says, lightly.*

[berryberryraz.livejournal.com]

There's a Raspberry in the bar, too. What a coincidence.

She's leaning against a nearby table (a particularly leanable one) and occasionally giving Andrew a weird glance.

Eventually she takes the few steps necessary to enter talking distance and says, "You look familiar. Do I know you or somethin'?"

[stilljustandrew]

What? Hi. Uh ...

*He blinks.*

I ... don't think so? I mean, I don't think we've met.

*And he's fairly sure he'd remember.*

[berryberryraz.livejournal.com]

She snickers. "If you don't think we've met, we ain't met, trust me."

Then she tilts her head. "'S fuckin' weird, though. What's your name?"

[stilljustandrew]

Um, Andrew. Wells.

What's yours?

[berryberryraz.livejournal.com]

"Raspberry." She gives him a distracted smile, then brightens suddenly as a thought occurs to her. "Oh right! I met some other dude named Wells. You're probably related to him or somethin'. Nice guy. Werewolf. Good with voices. Is that it?"

[stilljustandrew]

*He brightens.* Harry Wells? Yeah, he's my cousin.

[berryberryraz.livejournal.com]

"Ohhh." Raspberry giggles. "Hey, he mentioned you! Uhh, I think, anyways. Are you real nerdy or somethin'? We were talkin' about... something, and I said I ain't the sciency type and he said he has a cousin who is. Or somethin' like that."

[stilljustandrew]

...Something like that, yeah.

*Andrew's not sure how to take that. At all.*

[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

Good thing someone is. Quinn's nerves gave out on him about fifteen minutes ago. He's looking in Andrew's direction and dredging through a lot of adrenaline-fueled tension to try and remember the fellow's name.

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew catches his glance, and waves.*

Hi. Um ... Quinn, right? Something like that?

[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," says Quinn. "That's me. I'm sorry, I know I should remember your name, but it's been a bloody long day-"

[stilljustandrew]

Andrew. And don't worry about it, it's been ages anyway ...

You were the guy who was collecting stories that time, right?

[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

That seems like a million years ago, but Quinn nods. "That was me," he confirms. "Something to bring back when I couldn't carry anything else."

Well, other than the bandanna Hero gave him. That's still tied around his neck. But that doesn't count.

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew nods.* Right. Post-apocalypse with dragons.

Are you, um ... you and your people, are you doing okay?

[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

"Aside from having a good hundred or so Americans turn up, yeah, I think so," says Quinn. "Kentucky Irregulars, they called themselves. Seems they've been killing dragons."

[stilljustandrew]

Oh.

...That's good, though, right?