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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

David walks into the bar. You think he'd have seen it. He goes to the buffet table, fills up a plate, and sits down at a table with a notebook and a pen and is lost deep in concentration, writing.

If anyone should approach him, they'd probably need to poke him to get his attention.

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[lir-kitty-zot.livejournal.com]

Ooooh, and she's in kitty heaven, too.

Think motorboat, or possibly sick Harley Davidson, and you've got approximately the right level of noise.

She's going crosseyed, even.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He scritches her right between the ears, nuzzling his nose against hers, and smiles. "You like me now, then?"

[lir-kitty-zot.livejournal.com]

Of course she does! She always would have if he hadn't smelled so much like blood at first. And been dead.

But he isn't now, and so now she likes him.

She may or may not think he's being particularly cute, too.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He stops scritching her for just a second so he can stretch, keeping her safely on his chest as he curves backwards, settling into a more comfortably position.

"And where is your mother today, Zot?"

[lir-kitty-zot.livejournal.com]

Zot does not know, although Kestrel is either in a booth calmly talking to Connor, in a booth surrounded by the insanity that is Aubrey and PeeJee with Nick on the side, or over by the piano talking to Charlie.

But Zot doesn't know this.

She just sits and purrs.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

"Oh well, I'll find her later."

He sits in a content state, petting the purring Zot, yawning occasionaly.

Kitty therapy is good. Verra good.

[lir-kitty-zot.livejournal.com]

And Zot has her PhD in it.

Or... something.

She's very talented in Kitty Therapy, at any rate, and David is the second victim person to learn that tonight.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

David sits, purring kitty on his chest, and closes his eyes.

He snores softly.

[lir-kitty-zot.livejournal.com]

She purrs, loudly, and perhaps this hides the snores.