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*Broom sweeps by, cautiously*

*Anya raises an eyebrow at the broom.*

*Broom gives her a friendly nod*

*Anya nods back, eyebrow still raised.*

*Broom decides to approach*
Hello. Do you require assistance?

*The other eyebrow comes up.*

Not really. A broom that talks. Now that's new.

*Broom thinks about this*

Not especially. I have been such as long as I can recall.

*She smirks a little.*

Well, I've never meet one, and I've been around for a thousand years, so it's new to me.

I have been working here for quite some time now, and find that some are oddly confused by me.

Huh. So what do I call you? Do you have a name, or are you just the Broom?"

*Broom looks proud*

I am Broom!

*Anya smirks.*

Well, I am Anya.

*Broom smiles*

It is nice to meet you, Anya.

Do you do a lot here, Broom? Or just sweep?

I help to keep the bar clean, though I have also made friends . . . and I am currently courting my Beloved.

*The eyebrow comes up again.*

Who's your Beloved?

*Broom gazes lovingly at Bar*

*And the other eyebrow.*

I see... How is that going?

*Anya's mind is going to a very wrong place that she can't even picture. Broom. Bar. Ow.*

We are getting along well, though I hope she forgives me for the incident last night.

*and the mun laughs. Hard.*

And... what happened last night?

*Anya does and does not want to know. Cause Broom. Bar. Ow.*

I had an intruder take up residence in my closet. She was very . . . odd.

It wasn't a vampire, was it? Cause I've known them to take up residence in closets.

I do not believe she was. It was a disconcerting experiance, to say the least.

Well, I'm sorry you had someone interrupt your... sleep?

Privacy was disrupted more than my rest, really.

*Anya nods.*

Privacy. It's a good thing.

*Millitime!*

My room now has a lock, so it is unlikely that such an incident will occur in the future.

Good to know.

*And... Anya doesn't know what else to say. Also, her mun is suffering major character bleed from another character. Squeeglee!*

*and as this mun is understanding and has minor bleedage from both main characters, Broom sweeps off*

A voice from down the bar calls out: "Well now, there's a face I haven't seen in a while."

Anya sees Cole and comes to sit next to him.

"You look semi-better today."

"I've been sleeping. That tends to help appearances a little. How've you been?"

Anya shrugs. "I've been better. Someone I talked to a couple of times died."

Cole has been completely unaware of the recent death and funeral. He frowns. "I'm sorry to hear that. Was he nice to talk to?"

She nods. "Yeah, he was funny and all."

[ooc: cool. I'll be here]

Cole nods in return. "Well then, let me buy you a consolatry drink. What's your fancy?"

Anya thinks for a moment.

"Rum. It's a rum night."

Cole turns to the bar. "Lady Bar, two Black Devils for me and my friend here." Two shots of Rum with a touch of Vermouth appear. Cole takes one, and hands Anya the other.

"To the past."

Anya smirks a little, and clinks her shot against his.

"To the past."

She gulps it down, coughing a little bit.

"Nice."

Cole downs his at the same time, and is unable to stifle a small cough.

"The Bar decided to tant me with that one yesterday. I found it fitting."

He sets down the shot glass and turns to her.

"If you don't mind my asking, how did you let go of the Demon that you used to be?"

[ooc: I am having major character bleed from another character. Mind if we slow time?]

"Well, the first time my necklace got broken. The second time there had to be a sacrifice."

She thinks sadly about Hallie.