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Looking around for a friendly face, Isabel takes a seat at a table, ordering a Cherry Cola with Lime. She waits for a friend to appear.

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And one does! Val comes over with her drink, and plops it beside her, sitting with a grin. "Hey you."

"Hello hello!" Isabel smiles brightly at her fellow young blonde. "And how is it you're doing today?"

"Much better than a few days ago, thanks." She smiles. "What have you been up to since I saw you last?"

"Not much. Thinking. Bout it. You?"

She blushes slightly pink. "Erm, yeah, I, uh, have been thinking about it too."

"And apparently your thoughts are a whole different track than mine are." Isabel smiles a little. "So what have you thought?"

Val snorts. "Uhm, just wondering where Luke was, and when he's coming back." She wrinkles her nose. Ok, so that's not -all- of what she was thinking...

"So you two can...yeah?" Isabel asks, raising an eyebrow.

She blushes, and shakes her head. "Well, it's crossed my mind, but that wasn't really what I was thinking. I have a feelign that's going to happen sometime, but I want to make certain it's the right time for it, you know? I don't want it to be all awkward, and us wishing that we didn't do it."

"Well I won't have to worry baout that for a long time. My boyfriend doesn't find me stimulting."

Well, that was, uh, blunt. "I'm sure he does, Isabel. He's probably just a bit shy or awkward about it. Frell, Luke went as red as a cherry when he kissed me for the first time. I would so hate to see what will happen when we get any further than that."

"He hardly kisses me! I have to initiate everything. And once we start getting into things we both end up babbling and just...blah."

Val wrinkles her nose. "Well, some people have relationships that aren't so much with the physical. He's really shy with some things, and, well, really unsure of himself. It's probably just that. It's not that he doesn't want to do it, he's just really nervous about it."

"Or he's unsure about me."

Warren appears. Does Warren count?

"Hey, you."

Isabel's face immediately brightens and she slides over in her happy booth to accomodate him. "Hey."

"Happy Hanukkah," he says, sliding in beside her.

"Well Happy Hanukkah to you too, though it may not mean much coming from the girl referred to as the Christmas Nazi."

"Maybe it means a lot then," he suggests, with a smirk. "Also: I like Nog. Just throwing that out there."

"Nog is good. I approve of nog." Isabel smiles, pulling his arm around her waist. "If we're referring to nog of the egg variety."

He's quite willing to have his arm there, yes. Nice waist. Good waist. Touch the pretty girl.

Ahem.

"Is there another variety? What else have they been keeping from me?"

"I don't think there is...is there?" She blinks. "I was just making sure..." She laughs at herself, shaking her head. "Okay so let's pretend I didn't ask the dumb question and move on...how are you?"

He strokes his chin.

"I...take that to mean that, yes, there are other kinds, but I'm not allowed to know and you've already said too much..."

Isabel blinks. "I'm so confused..." She admits, and then leans forward, kissing him instead.

He chuckles through the kiss.

"You're just trying to keep me quiet because I've discovered the truth."

"You're right." She smiles. "Aliens have their own nog."

"I'm telling the media! Which my people owns!" He mock threatens.

"Except...oh. Dead. The truth will remain, it seems, out there."

"If you tried to tell your head would explode." Isabel nods, working to keep her face serious.

"I'm sure I'd have bigger problems," he muses. "I've never actually tried to leave the bar. I'm afraid it might get Beetlejuice."

"Don't try...if you died I'd be sad..." She admits softly, a look of worry crossing her face.

"Um..."

He stops himself from wearing the Captain Obvious hat.

"Well, I mean, not so crazy about the out of doors anyway," he assures her.

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