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Molly comes into the bar in her uniform, doesn't break stride, stalks straight past a certain patron as if she hadn't seen him, and gets a bottle of beer from Bar.

She doesn't write the note for Security until she's finished it and got a second.

Guys,

Lecter's back.

If anyone else wants to get drunk and not talk about that, I'll buy the first round.

(PS. Calling him 'Mr' seems to bug him.)

Xx Moll

If she looks pissed off, that's because she is. (For reasons entirely unrelated to the bad suit, as it happens, although he's not exactly made her day.)

Friggin' awesome.

(She's not gonna object to talking with non-Security members, either, but her badge is conspicuously not on right now.)

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She may have volunteered to buy the first round, but in Santo's experience, it's really only polite to provide the tequila yourself. At least, when you're dealing with Americans.

"Perhaps this will help," he says, as he sits down with the bottle and some appropriate glasses.

"...Is that tequila?"

Oh, yes. She and Santo can definitely be friends.

"An old favorite of mine," says Santo, with a bit of a smile. "I don't think it's sold in your country. Not the best there is, but the sort of thing the convent sisters used to warn us about, which is good enough for the occasion.

"Man, it's forever since I drank anything like this," she says, and smiles.

"My brother always used to know where to find some that was amazing."

Because Vic was always the kind of guy to complain about stereotypes while drinking tequila.

"But that's a while ago."

"I didn't know you had a brother," says Santo. "Then again, I don't think I know very much about most of the other people on Security. I should fix that, I think."

"I had two," Molly says, with a bit of a smile. "And four sisters. Just one of each these days, though."

Mmmm, tequila.

"Maybe Security should have a get-together night," she suggests. "I can't see any of us turning down an excuse for a party - and we should really all get to know each other."

"It sounds sensible. And easier than trying to track each and every one of them down," says Santo. "Soon, I think."

"I'll put a note up in the office, if you want," Molly offers. "I mean, you probably still won't get everyone together, because the doors aren't reliable enough for that, but it'll be a start."

And maybe her thirteen-year-old self will show up, just to give Santo a real shock.

Santo nods. "It will be better than nothing," he says. "Gracias. I appreciate the effort."

Since her thirteen year old self isn't here, he's giving the present version of her the tequila bottle now.

She laughs. "And I appreciate your tequila."

He smiles.

"So, the Doctor Lecter aside, is there anyone else I should keep a sharp eye out for these days?"

Molly considers.

"At the moment, he seems to be the one most determind to piss us off," she says. "There was a bit of a kerfuffle about a vampire a few months ago, but that looks like it's blown over for now."

She really does not like vampires.

"I've had to break up a couple fights with a guy who talked like Shakespeare in the park and who seemed to enjoy baiting people into fights by throwing drink over them, but I haven't seen him since I lost patience and dumped him in the lake."

You'll have to forgive her the Tony Stark quote; in her defence, she doesn't know she's quoting him.

"I have had to deal with vampires before," says Santo firmly. "If he raises his head again I'll be ready. And I'll be sure to listen for the other man, too."

"I'm totally calling dibs on putting him through a wall," Molly says, and smiles a smile that isn't entirely nice.

"Of course, if you happen to be on the scene, I'll concede with good grace. So long as you're thorough."

And if the vampire can get back up again afterwards, she's unlikely to feel Santo's been thorough enough.

"We should stab him," Atton remarks, flopping next to her.

"See, I want to put him through a wall," Molly says, and grins at him.

"And hang a sign on his ass saying 'PLEASE DO NOT PISS OFF SECURITY'. But I don't think I'm allowed."

"Stabbing works better," Atton says, quickly. "Everyone loves a stabbing."

"Except for the Loompas. All that blood to clean up... I don't think they'd approve."

It's important to give these things all due consideration.

"The Loompas love blood."

"Now you're confusing them with the demon bunnies," Molly says, and grins.

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