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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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[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."

[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

"Kestrel, and dammit I never gave him the panties, it was the damn cat, okay?"

She ignores the fact that Zot is running around the bar here somewhere.

Perhaps she's not worried for the state of her panties right now.

[pee-jee.livejournal.com]

"Ahh yes. I'm PeeJee. And does it really matter if the panties were given freely or cat-burgled? They still helped T-Bob escape his stalker." A normal person would be worried about getting home again, or about the fact that there was a bar hidden inside another bar. Naturally, PeeJee has no wish to appear normal-- it's boring.

[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

She blinks.

"I'm not entirely sure if I've met T-Bob, but who was his stalker and how did my panties help?"

[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."

[aubrey-chorde.livejournal.com]

"Make it out of the damned cat's hide, and I'll love it all the more."

[pee-jee.livejournal.com]

"Skin Choo-choo? I wouldn't know where to start."

[aubrey-chorde.livejournal.com]

"He's all skin. You don't even have to do any work. ANd Mike'd be more than happy to kill him for you."

[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

Nick sees the three women talking and only knows the one, but he doesn't hesitate to wander over with three small bags of cookies held in his hand.

"Happy Saint Nicholas' Day, ladies. Tabs on me for the night, so have what you like and be of good cheer."

He looks to Kestrel and when he catches her eye, gives a bright boyish grin.

"Remember me?"

[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?"