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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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"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.

"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.

She blinks.

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

"You'd know T-Bob if you met him. He's the only trial-sized bisexual guy we have. His stalker is... Lemme ask Aubrey, I don't remember if I know this. It's a little disorienting," she waves at the bar in general. "I wanted a mop. Anyhow, panties equal money, Davan equals generous, so there was a lot of 'helping T-Bob move.'"

"Oh, I... see..."

It's been an odd few days.

This isn't really helping her keep her equilibrium.

PeeJee looks her over. "You okay? From what I've heard, you're normally a little less overwhelmed, unless Pepito wanders by."

"No, I'm fine, 's just... been a couple of really weird days, lately. Kind of stressful."

"All my days are weird days. Do you want to talk about it, or should I just make suggestions for stress relief? Personally, I enjoy violence, the more extreme the better."

She winces a little.

"Nah... there's really been enough violence in the situation already, one way or another. Including someone asking us to promise to kill him. Rather messy, really, and he's gone home now, so..."

This earns a sympathetic look from PeeJee. "You have weird friends, a situation I know well. Do I want to know about your friend with the death wish?"

[ooc: *smites LJ with much smitingness*]

"Well, he went insane, almost raped me, gave someone else a concussion, and we had to have five or six people hold him down just so we could throw him out the door back home... but he's better, for now. He came back and apologized. It's not really his fault."

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