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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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"Aww, don't say that. You're the nice one. We need you around to distract the authorities."

A wicked, wicked smile spreads over her face. "Worked with Kyle."

"Took you long enough. And you didn't let me play with him. Friends let friends break cheating boyfriend's kneecaps, Pee-Jee."

"Well, he's out of the hospital now," she says reasonably. "I mean, hell, go have your fun. I got my crack at him."

"You already broke him. And Davan has dibs." She sighs. "I'll just have to content myself with Pepito."

"There's plenty of him I didn't break. Christ, he tried to get me to take him back. Ooh, I know! Set Davan up with one of your more violent phone-sex girls. You and Davan and Sex Girl and Jason can have a double-date and play whack-the-pinata with my cheating ex."

"ANd yet you let him live. You're slipping. ANd I already did that. Davan didn't enjoy it. Silly Davan. That doesn't mean I won't do it anyway, of course..."

"Of course I let him live. I might want to go break him again."

"Desecrating his corpse would be just as fun."

"Corpses don't scream and plead. They don't even bleed properly."

"Bah, make a tape. You can set it to play whenever you want to hurt him."

She pouts. "It's not the same. Although, hey, did anybody tape the Halloween party? Because that would be cool. I liked how that went."

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