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The woman walking into the bar today still has the remains of eyeliner and glitter around her eyes, but the clothes themselves are a perfectly ordinary set of shorts and fitted t-shirt.

If anyone asks, Nadine was at a party last night. And, because she can, Natasha is going to make sure that party was way, way more fun than 'Tanya's' waitressing shift.

Mostly, though, she's going to claim a couch, slip off her tennis shoes, and curl her feet up, just because she can.

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Her expression soundly mischievous,

"You sure about that, Michael?"

Raising both eyebrows, his smile cracks showing the slightest hint of his teeth.

"As sure as I am about anything else." Which isn't saying much, really.

"As sure as gravity, or as sure as aliens?"

What?

It's a fair question.

(Or possibly, she's somewhat determined to entertain herself before she does the sensible thing to go back to her world and sleep.)

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Tilting his head, he licks his lower lip and answers; "As sure as Elvis being alive and well working as the night manager of a convenience store in Barstow."

She actually laughs at that, low and genuinely amused.

"It's a nice thought," she says, leaving it unclear if she's referring to Elvis, or Greenpeace, or that people work for good.

True on all accounts... to someone, at least.

"What about you?" He asks casually, reclining slightly as he looks her over somewhat more closely than before - taking in what tells she gives. "Have you been disenfranchised by the system yet?"

Whatever system that may be, there always is one.

"How about...disenchanted?" she counters, which could just be her picking at words. Or, maybe, it's to cover a 'yes' or a 'it's complicated'.

"You start off so idealistic...go to classes, make glorious plans for the future and how you're going to be part of the movement that changes everything.

And then you wake up, and discover the reasons why historically in a number of languages, 'traitor' and 'translator' are actually closely related."

The cynicism and lost idealism are honest enough, despite her hedging a little.

"But it pays the mortgage, and...it's not all bad, or self-serving. It's just..." She shrugs. "A thing to be done, to keep the world spinning, and maybe help a few people along the way."

It's honest, as far as she goes.

It's a feeling he's all too familiar with - despite a different take on it in his own experience.

"Sounds like a good way to look at things."

Finishing off the last of his drink with a warm swallow that leaves his cheeks the slightest bit rosy, he offers his hand again. "I should probably go," he's in a bit of a mood and time alone with his book would probably do him well; "I'd like see you again sometime... maybe you can show me some new moves."

"Maybe," she says with a smile, but shakes his hand anyway. "See you around."

She stays on the couch until he's gone from view, and then slowly uncurls herself to walk across to the Bar.

She has a note to leave.

[ooc: Thank you so much for tagging in! They are fun. :D]

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