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[katyafeline]

Katya really loves having a place to get good vodka. Sometimes there's good vodka on her side of the door, but...

Well.

This is better. For drinking.

Thus, there's an Other perched cross-legged on the Bar, cheerfully arguing with the furniture.

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[goauld_theif]

Vala sidled up to the bar and perched on a stool. She smiled at the site of the argument that was happening next to her.

"You know," she said, "If this was any place, I would say you were crazy."

[katyafeline]

"Da?" Katya asks, gently swirling the vodka left in her current glass. "You so regularly comment on the mental health of others?"

[goauld_theif]

"No," said Vala, "But this is Milliways."

A cup of coffee appeared on the surface of the bar. Vala smiled, it was fixed the way she liked it.

"You never know what will happen here."

[katyafeline]

Katya raises an eyebrow, and finishes off her drink.

"This is true." She notes wryly. A filled glass replaces the empty one once she sets it down, and Katya eyes the liquor inside critically.

[goauld_theif]

Vala laughed.

"Have you seen the bunnies?" she asked.

[katyafeline]

"Da. They taste of petrol." Katya shrugs, before taking a tentative sip of the new drink. "Not terribly good hunting."

[goauld_theif]

"They are vicious too."

Vala sipped her coffee.

"What do you like best about this place?"

Her's had to be the fact that it was off the base.

[not_his_pa]

"Who's winnin'?"

William's wrist is a little tender but he's about ready to head home and its always nice to see Katya.

[katyafeline]

"Silly boy, it is not about winning, it is about mutual education. And about drinking vodka." She says something in rapid-fire Russian, and a second glass of vodka shows up in front of William. "Mostly about drinking vodka."

[not_his_pa]

"I'm always up for more education," He grins and lifts the glass in a toast to her.

[katyafeline]

"Perhaps if you stopped hurting yourself, you would learn faster, da?" Katya huffs, wrinkling her nose at his wrist.

[not_his_pa]

"We were goin' fast roller skating and a table snuck up on us. I was havin' fun,"

He wasn't working too hard which she's always telling him not to do.

[katyafeline]

"We?" She purrs curiously, most assuredly not intending to let him off the hook on this one.

[hot_water]

Tahno spots her from a mile away, easing into a smile as he sashays up to the counter. "I'll have what she's having," he tells Bar, and then turns to her, raising his shot in a salute. "You got good taste."

[katyafeline]

"Always." Says the girl who should never, ever be allowed to own a bedazzler. "It is an occupational hazard."

[hot_water]

Tahno grins, bending half the shot up to his mouth with a graceful curve of his long fingers. "So what were you arguing with Bar about?"

[katyafeline]

Katya gives him a quick look through the Gloom, but no, he's not Other. This place is so terribly confusing.

"Arguing, having an energetic debate about, eh." She shrugs.

[hot_water]

Tahno leans on the bar, tilting his hips. He twists the remaining liquor into the shape of a lily, freezes it, and presents it to her. "What's yer name? I," he drawls, and then bows, with a flourish, "am Tahno."

[katyafeline]

Katya looks pained.

"Tahno, I will remember that - you are cruel to vodka." Seriously, he's freezing good vodka, that can't be good for it.

[isawit]

Sitting a few stools down, Cat is enjoying the show argument as she eats a hamburger.

[katyafeline]

Hey, if the girl is going to stare, Katya is going to steal her french fries.

She's too talented to flicker, but the remaining fries are a bit frosty.

[isawit]

Being completely non-magical, Cat doesn't catch any of this. Instead, she absentmindedly reaches for a fry, starting when she bites into a cold one.

What the heck?

She looks back at the arguing woman to see her eating a fry. "How did you do that?" She doesn't seem too upset about eating a cold fry, nor having one stolen from her.

[katyafeline]

Katya raises an expressive eyebrow at her. Do what?

French fries with vodka is tasty. Katya approves.

[isawit]

"Get my fry," Cat answers the eyebrow. She doesn't both with 'steal' as it was done so well. She can acknowledge superior skill when she sees it. "However you did it, that was awesome."

[katyafeline]

Katya examines the half-fry she has left.

"There are no names." No identifying marks, no fry theft.