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Somehow, Cassandra found herself at Milliways once again. Black top, a bit of midriff, and black sweatpants. It was obvious that she had not been on duty for those who knew what business she was in.

And, once again, Cassandra looked lost.

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"Not really...choice," she said with a shrug of her shoulders.

"You look pretty," Cassandra mused after a moment, taking in Ace's state of dress.

"I look daft." Ace corrects. "But Tim seems to like it, so... I'll get used to it, I suppose." She looks over her dress with a decidedly unimpressed air, then looks up to cock an eyebrow at Cassandra.
"Hey, there's a party of sorts going on upstairs. Want to come?"

Tim. Hm, she knew a Tim, but she doubted it was the same one. Oracle had told her that Tim was a common name before.

"Party?" That meant people. People she didn't know, most likely. And since Ace was in a dress, that meant something dressy. "Erm...no thank you?"

(ooc: Darn.)

"S'alright. It's a bit hot in there anyway. That's why I'm down here, getting some air." Ace explains, letting Cassandra off the hook.

Cassandra nodded. She rarely got really hot, but she knew how she felt around large masses of people. It was...odd.

Ace would agree... lots of people meant lots of people who could potentially be very, very angry with her. And that'd just get messy.

Well, Cassandra really didn't know what to say.

"Have...fun." At the party, that was.

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