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"Sure." She flops down happily. "Caffiene is also good and acceptable." Grins. "So what've you been up to?"

"Oh, nothing much... turning invisible, breaking hearts, making friends... the usual, you know? Gimme a second, I'll be right back."

She heads over to Richard (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/1784870.html), who's just shown up, and gets some coffee, in this continuity bringing it back and offering a cup to Aubrey.

Her eyes light up as she takes the cup. "Invisible? Invisible porn! You can only hear it, not see it. Appeal to the shy types...We could make a fortune..."

She winces.

"... yeah... although unless you've got a better special effects budget, nobody's going to believe you don't just have people faking it off-camera, Aubrey."

See Kestrel.

See Kestrel pretend she's fine.

... she's actually doing a decent job of it, too.

"People will pay money for anything." She studies Kestrel for a moment before her expression shifts. "So. What's wrong?"

She smiles a little, mostly dismissing the question.

"Nothing much... just some guy trouble, really. How've you been, anyway? Haven't seen you since my interview."

"Uh-huh." She shrugs, sipping her coffee. "I've been alright. Boiled a midget the other day. That's about it."

"... wait, that Pepito dude? Why? Not that I'm complaining, fucker pinched my ass, but... why?"

"Little bastard can apparently speak English." She glares at the coffee cop as she answers.

Kes staaaaaaaares, and then fumes.

"... did he survive the boiling? Because if he did, I can think up some other suggestions..."

"I let him live. He frightens my employees. And he made me feel slightly guilty. Fucking little monster."

She shakes her head in mild astonishment, glad for the distraction really.

"I'm surprised at you, Aubrey. What, are you mellowing in your old age or something?"

A glare. "I didn't say he wasn't going to still pay. Some things are not to be forgiven."

"Well, how are you planning to make him pay, though? I vote for something involving... hmm. Something involving sandpaper and teenaged boys."

"He'd probably enjoy that."

She scowls.

"You... may have a point, there, actually."

"He is a good head of human resources." She hates to admit it, but...

She winces.

"It always really sucks when a good employee is a total ass, yeah..."

"And he keeps the girls in line." She scowls. "Jason is making me soft."

She leans back in her booth and sips at her coffee, a rather far-away look in her eyes.

"That's... not necessarily a bad thing, you know..."

"It's a horrible thing. At this rate, I'll start to feel for people in general."

"There's a bar in the supply closet of my bar," PeeJee announces, clapping a hand on Aubrey's shoulder. "I blame you. Hey... uh... girl whose name I don't remember. Something to do with panties."

"It is not my fault! But it's a brilliant idea. In which case, I claim it for my own."

"I don't hate. That's Davan's thing. I just use and sometimes abuse."

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