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[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

Kestrel is in a booth.

It's hard to say if she's been there all night, or if she went up to her room at some point, and has merely already come downstairs.

At some point, she'll go looking for coffee.

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[aubrey-chorde.livejournal.com]

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

[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

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

[aubrey-chorde.livejournal.com]

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

[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

Kes staaaaaaaares, and then fumes.

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

[aubrey-chorde.livejournal.com]

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

[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

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?"

[aubrey-chorde.livejournal.com]

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

[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

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

[aubrey-chorde.livejournal.com]

"He'd probably enjoy that."

[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

She scowls.

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

[aubrey-chorde.livejournal.com]

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

[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

She winces.

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

[aubrey-chorde.livejournal.com]

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

[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

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..."

[aubrey-chorde.livejournal.com]

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

[pee-jee.livejournal.com]

"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."

[aubrey-chorde.livejournal.com]

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

[pee-jee.livejournal.com]

"... I'm sorry, did you just claim this bar in the name of Aubrey?" It's almost a sensible idea. This bar is my bar, this bar is your bar.

[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

"I think it's already been claimed in the name of Milliways, actually..."

[pee-jee.livejournal.com]

"That sounds familiar. I swear I've been here before. Something involving the cat." She looks hard at Kestrel. "Name starts with a K. You're the panty giver. Help me out here."

[aubrey-chorde.livejournal.com]

"Yes. And now I want a flag. With a dildo on it."

[pee-jee.livejournal.com]

"Fabulous! Now I know what to get you for Christmas."

[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

"Hmm, yes... maybe you could go in for some moderation? I mean, care about, say, eight people or so, and then you can hate everyone else?" she offers, with a shrug.

[aubrey-chorde.livejournal.com]

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

[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

"... as you like?"