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[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam enters the bar some time after Eric. Could be a couple hours, could be a couple days. With the way time works between worlds, who the hell knows.

But she needed a break from Eric because just omfg

Really.

Just.

Ugh.

Anyway.

Dressed down in a slim black velour track suit (it matches Eric's, shut up) and flip flops, Pam sits at the bar and orders a bottle of TruBlood. Massaging her temple, she huffs a long-suffering, irritated sigh.

She will be inclined to tell you to fuck off if you ask her what's wrong.

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[heatherandsteel]

Down the counter from her, Quentin is looking slightly different as he has pointed ears and his hair has some unnatural copper in his hair as he pops his knuckles.

He hates waiting, but he understands why it didn't make sense for him to go and check on what happened with her daughter.

[hot_water]

Tahno saunters up with the confidence of one who owns the world and leans on the bar near--but not too near--to Pam. He flicks his gaze over her once, and approves of what he sees before ordering a shot of firewhiskey.

"Hey," he drawls, lifting a hand to draw the liquid out of the glass, waggling his fingers so that the liquor winds sinuously around his hand.

[acme_chief]

"Tough day?"

The Chief looks over the young woman a few seats down, with the bottled Bloody Mary(?). A sigh that ostentatious is just asking for bar chat.

[cullenteddybear]

He's to about to ask what's wrong. She just seems like this other guy he met here. So walking up to her he nods to the bottle

"What's that?"