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Last time was just a dream.
Or at least, she'd assumed it was a dream.
So this time must be a dream, as well.
That's as close as Christine gets to actual logic.

Therefore, when she delicately steps through the door, in a completely different, but equally extravagent dress, to find herself in the bar, she doesn't faint, but only gasps and places her hand on her exposed bosom ever so gently.

Okay, she may faint soon. There's dead people in this bar, after all.

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"Err... Yes. With the boyfriend. Thing." Oy, but didn't this girl ever just say anything?

No, actually, she doesn't. But isn't she adorable?

"Oh that's just wonderful!" She declares, clasping her hands together in front of her... dress. "I love seeing people in love!!"

Ace watches, wide-eyed. The girl is getting... perkier. This is frightening.
"That's... good. Love. Good. Yes." She's going with the basics here.

Christine tilts her head with slight concern.

"Are you quite well?!" she asks. "Would you like me to fetch someone?!"

Ace can't help it. She's got this morbid sense of humor...
"Yeah, if you could find Death, that'd be grand." Because her head is beginning to ache with the cheerfulness.

Christine's face pales. She tries to say something, look round for someone...

And then she faints dead away.

Oh dear Lord...

Ace grins. She figures this will do quite as well. Ahhh, blissful non-exclamation-point infested silence.

Christine just lies there, her bosom rises and falling gently with her weak breaths.

Oh, Ace. How could you?

Well, it's quite simple, really. Like overloading a haywire computer. Just give it an equation it can't understand, and boom! Silence. Sure it takes a little practice, but don't worry. You'll get it eventually.

Ace looks decidedly unconcerned. The kid's breathing, isn't she? Sheesh.

But how can you sleep at night? She's unconscious, she's helpless in a strange bar with no one to look after her.

She's letting out a helpless sigh.

Well, that's just the thing, she hasn't been sleeping at night.

Ace looks at the pile of rumpled dress and... er... dress a tad warily. The exclamation points might be coming back.

It's actually not that rumpled!

Oh, right, she must faint elegantly, like 99.999999999% of the population of the universe cannot.

Figures.

Ace wonders if the bar will give her duct tape.

It's a talent, actually.

Ace can tell.

Maybe not duct tape.

Crazy glue.

Ace is hard hearted! And mean. Ace is mean!

Christine is still unconscious.

The good of the many outweighs the good of the few.

In this case, the sanity of the many. Or at least that member of the many within hearing range of Christine. Ace is beginning to relax again, now that the barrage of exclamation points has ceased.

Christine may or may not be snoring. If she is, it's a very ladylike snore. Almost musical.

At least someone is getting some sleep around here.

Hmm. Musical. Nasal whistle! Ace chuckles a bit to herself.

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