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He's surprised, as he usually is, by how much faster time seems to move here than at home. It was quite mild when he was in for his last shift - sticking his head outside the back door tonight, he notices it's very definitely not mild anymore. It's only a few degrees about freezing in fact and that's why there can be only one special tonight.

SPECIALS

Hot Chocolate with your choice of shot - Amaretto, Mint, Caramel, Hazelnut or Vanilla

He gets one for himself and wraps his hands around it as he takes his place behind the bar.

'Bar's open.'

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'I guess,' he mumbles, surly now.

He doesn't like this person. It can't be Dinah, surely? She wouldn't talk to him like that.

He makes the drink with bad grace. And she doesn't get froth or sprinkles.

'There,' he says, grumpily, banging it down in front of her hard enough that some slops over the side.

A lip turns up into a snarl, and she lifts a hand at her side, fingers curling into a fist. She thinks bettr of it, however, and her snarl slowly turns into a smooth smile.

"You're very rude, you know."

'I'm rude?'

OK, that's just too much.

'It's you that's rude. Stop talking to me like I'm dirt.'

"You're a bartender, aren't you?"

Ergo, he is dirt.

"You're supposed to treat your superiors with respect."

'...superior?'

Bitch please.

'What the fuck has gotten into you?'

"You know I could kill you where you stand."

She says it casually, almost matter-of-fact. It's true, she could.

And she takes comfort in it, finally trying the drink.

He is so confused.

'I think screaming at me right here would attract some attention you don't want,' he says, bravely.

Though she probably could kill him and right now, he's not sure she wouldn't.

OK, she doesn't understand the screaming reference. But she does know that in a way, he has a point. Burning him up might not be prudent.

"What makes you think I'm worried about that?"

'Um...because you're supposed to be one of the good guys?'

Maybe he has got the wrong person.

'What's your name?'

"If you don't know that it's no wonder you're just a servant."

She is going to die of shame when she's better.

"I am the princess."

He chokes a laugh, surprised away from his instant indignation at being called a servant.

'Princess? Of what?'

She stands up straighter - which is highly effect from her point of view because Dinah is taller than Azula.

"Of the Fire Nation. And very shortly, a lot more than that."

He raises an eyebrow at her.

'Then I guess I mistook you for someone else.'

He doesn't apologise for it however.

'But I think I'm the only queen around here. Why don't you go and look down your nose at someone else.'

Blue eyes narrow at him, and she snatches the drink off the bar, heedless of the splash that makes.

And, apparently, the hot drink on her bare hands.

"You mind your manners, boy."

And she stalks off.

Later, when the fever subsides a little, Dinah is going to regret not dying from it.

He watches her go then looks down at the floor.

Logic is telling him he must have mixed her up with someone else but his gut says no, that was Dinah.

He's hurt and just wants to go home. The rest of his shift seems to drag and he exits the bar as soon as he can.

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