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There's an Ace! In the bar! Yes, I know it's been done.
She's at the bar itself, reading yet another book (thank goodness this one doesn't involve time travel), and sipping on a drink that looks vaugely purple, in certain lights.
She probably won't bite if approached.

(ooc: Mun is attempting to get life in order before her flight tomorrow, so replies will be slow for most of the night. Please distract me from packing!)

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Ace shivers, grinning madly. Oh yeah, she could get used to this.
"Tim. You're asking me if I like explosives. Does this question... ah..." momentarily distracted entirely. Deep steadying breath. "Seem at all odd to you?"

Point.

*His hands drift down to rest on her hips, and he lays his head on her shoulder.*

Sounds like a fun weekend we got planned then.

"You planned, you mean. You've only been giving me hints, and it's quite maddening." She leans back against him, comfortable.

*His hands slide around front of her, stroking her stomach.*

What, you want me to tell you everything?

"Mmmmmm... no. I'm just sayin'." She tilts her head up, inviting a kiss. Secretly, oh so secretly, she's thinking that maybe that Valentines fiasco has an upside. She definitely appreciates this more, anyway.

*Tim grins, and kisses her. Yeh. Valentines day deffently made him more romantic.*

Good then. Hows things?

"Dandy." Ace replies cheerfully. "Been terribly lazy, I'm afraid. No new terrors or adventures. It's almost tragic, really."

Thats a good thing.

*Hopefully.*

Ace snickers.
"Why Tim, you wouldn't want me to become boring, would you?"

*Tim raises a brow.*

Maaaaybe. long as you can be boring in a two piece bikini.

Ace whacks his arm. It's beginning to become a habit.
"Egotistical, chauvanist git." But she doesn't make any move to get away.

What?

*Tim rubs his arm.*

All i'm saying is you look so good in anything, you'd look so much better in nothing.....

Ace blushes deeply, and once again curses her complexion.
"Flattery will get you nowhere, mister." she laughs.

*Tim chuckles.*

Muha, ha, ha. Ya sure?

"Keep it up, and see what happens." She suggests, then turns her head up to wink at him. "You never know, life is a pretty funny thing."

*Tim checks the clock.*

And speaking of funny.... Are you ready to vacate?

"Brill!" She beams up at him, then slips out of his arms to take off for the stairwell. All those who get in her path, fear.
A few minutes later she's heading back down again, dressed as she was for the lake party, with the coat over all, and a knapsack disturbingly reminicent of the one she left on board the TARDIS slung over her back.

*Tim escorts her to the door.*

And off we go!

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