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[stilljustandrew]

*Geekboy Watcher Dungeon Master Andrew in the bar.*

*He's left a note with Security as of last night, and is currently sitting at a table and peoplewatching with some unease.*

*Also with a glass of milk and a stack of oatmeal chocolate chip cookies.*

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[hadyougoing]

Oooooh. Cooookies.

Ava cannot resist the lure of the cookies. She coughs politely, giving her best aw lookit my cute doe eyes AND FLUTTERY LASHES look.

Which is a good look, dude.

[stilljustandrew]

*It really, really is.*

*Andrew brightens.* Hey, Ava!

[hadyougoing]

Ava breaks down and grins.

"Hey Andrew! I couldn't help but notice that you and your cookies were looking really lonely."

[stilljustandrew]

Want to come keep us company?

*For no good reason, he finds himself suddenly feeling much more cheerful. The day is looking up.*

[hadyougoing]

"Welll, since you ask so nicely--"

Ava sidles into the seat beside him and reaches for a cookie.

Om nom nom!

She flashes another grin, hoping it is not crumby. "How are you?"

[stilljustandrew]

Oh, um, pretty good.

*A beat.*

In the way where things have been weird and slightly ominous lately but I'm doing okay with it. How about you?

[hadyougoing]

"Uh."

Ava looks inexplicably guilty.

Or perhaps not so inexplicably.

"Oh! I'm good! All's quiet on the demonic front, anyway ..."

She looks briefly miserable. "You know. Sort of. But, uh--" She takes a bite out of her cookie. "It's been good. Pretty much. And everyone's still nice!"

[stilljustandrew]

*He smiles.* Most people are, here. Though, um --

*The smile's gone; his look is dead serious.* Have you seen a guy around here with a white face and green hair? Like weird clown makeup?

[hadyougoing]

Ava blinks.

"Um. Nooo ...?"

[stilljustandrew]

If you do? Um.

...Okay I swear this isn't a non-sequitur. You ever read Batman comics?

[hadyougoing]

"... Oh man."

Ava grimaces.

"You have got to be kidding me. You're kidding, right?"

[stilljustandrew]

*He shakes his head.*

Not even a little bit.

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

"Rough night?" a quiet voice asks from over his shoulder. "The sort that drives a man to drink?"

[stilljustandrew]

No, that was a few days ago, *he says, turning to look at whoever's addressed him.*

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

Being in a wheelchair puts her lower to the ground than most people, she watches him to see if he looks over her head or not, curious.

"That bad, huh?" Bad enough to have him still falling back on milk and cookies days later. "I think I've had a few of those."

[stilljustandrew]

Yeah, um ...

*At first he's looking over her head, but then his gaze drops to follow her voice.*

*...Redhead with glasses in a wheelchair.*

...hi. Uh, have we met?

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

"Nope," she grins. "I'd remember."

She holds out a hand, "Barbara."

[stilljustandrew]

*Redhead with glasses in a wheelchair named Barbara YES I WAS RIGHT.*

*None of that shows on his face as he shakes her hand. He's gotten good at this.*

Uh, Andrew. Wells.

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

"Related to any of the other Wells around here?" she asks with a grin.

[stilljustandrew]

Uh -- yeah, actually, Harry Wells is my cousin. You know him?

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

"Met him, and his wife," Barbara admits.

She leans back in her chair and grins, "So, tell me, what drives a man to milk and cookies?"

[stilljustandrew]

*He gives her a funny look.*

Um ... they're tasty and delicious?

*Beat.*

Want one?

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

Her grin widens, "With an endorsement like that, how can I say no?"

"So, tell me, Andrew, what do you do around here?"

[stilljustandrew]

*He passes her a cookie.*

Oh, um. Stuff. I don't have an official job? Uh, except I kind of maintain the cells in the Security office.

[why-so-serious.livejournal.com]