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*Tim is in bar. He's happy and laid back. Mhmm, all night cuddling.*

Ace carefully sneaks up on her smug boyfriend. Cue sneaktackle!
Suddenly, there's an Ace behind him, wrapping her arms around his chest and kissing him just under his jawbone. Because she's slightly nutty like that. And she's warmer now, so she doesn't have to scoot around under a blanket to keep from shivering. ~~she'll just scoot around with a Tim~~

Ack!

*Tim is surprized, for once. But quickly recognises a no threat, and returns the snuggling thingies.*

Well hello there my dear.

*And he doesn't mind being scooted around with.*

Didn't think he would.
"Hullo." She takes a seat next to him, leaning on the table. "Up to much?"

*Tim waves a ahnd to encompass the bar in general.*

Work, as always. Whats new with you?

"Not much. Talked to people. Got warm. Didn't do much. Am bored now." And thus, she utters the three words most feared in the universe.

How bored is bored? Anyone interesting?

*As he plays with her hair.*

Ace blinks at Tim.
"I... what?" She gives up on making sense of that.

Did you meet anyone interesting?

*Tim attempts to clarify.*

"Oh! Oh." Ace grins. "Yeah. Talked to a cop from Las Vegas... part of the whole 'fireplace and blankets' crowd. Oh, and a gunslinger. I think I can convert him to the ways of boom." She smirks, happily.

*Tim grimaces.*

Which gunslinger? Cause booming in bar is bad.... Maybe i should take back the rocket launcher....

Ace frowns, and lightly whacks Tim on the shoulder.
"Knock it off, you. What is the deal with everyone thinking I'm going to blow up the bar? Or thinking I'd let someone else blow up the bloody bar? Pyro does not immediately translate to irresponsible git, you know." A bit of her good mood vanishes. She's rather getting tired of that accusation.

*Tim ruffles her hair.*

I'm teasing you love...but if you'd like me to stop, i shall.

Ace sighs, and leans on Tim.
"Sorry. Heard that one too many times, I guess." She shrugs, and studies the tabletop. "Didn't used to care what other folks thought of me and m'nitro."

Still shouldn't. Only opinion that matters is your own.

*Tim strokes her nose.*

Ace wrinkles her nose at him.
"Until you get pulled into some conference where they tell you to confiscate my explosives 'cause I'm a danger to the bar." She points out, mostly without rancor.

One: They probably wouldn't get me to do it. Conflict of interest. Two: i would never take your Nitro away unless you wanted me too. Three: Why the pessimissim?

*Cuddling close to her.*

Ace shrugs.
"Call it post-traumatic whatchimacallit." She doesn't really know why, actually. Seems her mood has been all over the map.

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