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Sitting at the bar with a notebook and pen is a rather familiar sight. Valentine is avoiding the party, not out of a lack of love for Tim, but a desire for a bit of peace and quiet. She has her tray, and every so often scans the bar for people in need of assistance, but she is most definitely working on something in the aforementioned notebook. Come bug her. Or flag down a waitress. Either works.

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Val? What is a toga? *Alanna sits down heavily across from her and hiccups.*

Val looks up from her notebook and blinks, half from startlement at Alanna's drunken state, and half at the question. "A toga's a sort of dress from an ancient civilization of my world. The Romans, actually. Or Greeks. Perhaps both? It looks like bedsheets wrapped around one's body. Some people find it amusing."

*Alanna rubs her nose and points to the party.* I think Bar is giving them out. Why would one wear that to a party?

Tim's back. *She grins.*

"Some people find parties in togas to be interesting, I guess." This is the girl who has taken the identity of a dead Greek philosopher. Togas certainly don't interest her. Or at least that's what she says. Her eyes light up at the mention of Tim. "Oh, that's wonderful. I had a feeling that he'd be back somehow eventually."

Yes. He's apparently... more in touch with his magic than before, so to speak. *Alanna eyes the toga clad folk across the bar.* Jon was here. We had drinks with George.

Why was that odd? It never used to be odd.

*She frowns.* Are you alright?

Val waves off Alanna's concern with a shrug. "There's just a lot on my mind, I guess. There's something off, something that I can't really put my finger on." She stares across the bar. "Wondering if I made the right choices on a few things."

*Alanna nods.* I know, Val. I won't pressure you, but if you need to talk, I'm here.

*She shuffles her feet, finally pulling her knees up and resting her chin on them.*

Peter left last night.

Val sighs, a rather small smile crossing her lips. "I know, Alanna. This is something, though, that I have to figure out myself. No one else can help me on this one."

She blinks for a moment. "Peter left? Where'd he go? And why?" And why the frell didn't he say something to me?

I may not be able to help you, but at least I can distract!

He went home. *Alanna shrugs helplessly.* He has things to do, a life to lead. He'll remember this time, I've faith. He'll remember, but he might just realize that he should stay there.

*She bites her lip.* If it's the will of the gods, who am I to argue?

I guess what I'm asking is would you like to go grab a sheet and have a drink?

"If he thinks he shoudl stay there, I'll go fetch him like I did last time." her eyes darken, but she sighs. "Luke will probably smack me if I come back drunk, but I don't really care right now." She stands, and eyes Bar. "Hey, Bar? Two toga-sheets, please." They appear, in brown paper sacks. Val opens hers, which is revealed to be a set of Star Wars sheets, from the Original Trilogy. Facepalming, Val just stares. "I have my family on my toga? This is a bit disturbing."

Your family? *Alanna peaks in her bag and giggles.*

Right. *She pulls a plain white sheet out of her bag and grins.* What does one do?

Val takes Alanna's sheet and winds it around her, pinning it in place with some pins from her apron. Taking off her apron, she puts it on the bar, along with her tray, which both disappear. Val then takes her sheets and deftly winds them around herself. "Peter liked to pretend to be ancient philosophers in togas when we were little. I got used to winding togas."

*Alanna glances down in amusement.*

This is... interesting. *She grabs another bottle of wine from the bar and watches Val arrange her sheet.* Did he really?

*Alanna bites her lip before she stupidly asks what else he liked to play. She knows, and at least some of his games weren't particularly pleasant.*

"Yeah. Buggers and Astronauts, Philosophers, Jedi and Sith... just about anything." She shrugs, and grabs a bottle of wine that appeared on Bar for her, taking a long sip sans glass. "Frell, what -is- this stuff? It's good." She takes another long drink. It would seem to be Naboo petal wine.

Hmmmm. *Alanna looks like she desperately wants to say something terribly deep and meaningful, but can't quite get it out.* Is it silly that I feel like I've forgotten how to sleep alone? It's cold. *She frowns.* He sleepwalks. So! Are you ready? *Drinking from the bottle, she points toward the party.*

Val nods. "Sleeping alone stinks. It's so lonely, and very cold." Her eyes twinkle as she takes another long drink and holds out her arm. "I do believe, lady knight that we shall go to the party."

Wonderful. It will be an honor, Lady Valentine, to escort you to said gathering. *Face solemn and chin high, she leads Val over.*

Standing near the bar is a young man with a sword, looking around the bar with his eyebrows slightly furrowed. He looks as though he doesn't know who it is he should be looking for.

Val looks up from her notebook, and smiles, tucking it away in her apron and standing. "Excuse me, sir. You look a bit confused. Can I help you with something?"

Caspian quirks a smile at her and bows slightly, ever courteous. "I hope so. You see, I am looking for someone to talk to about the possibility of employment here. I'm afraid I'm rather at loose ends as I am right now. Could you perhaps direct me in the general way of someone I could talk to?"

Val smiles gently, nodding. "Well, actually, you found the right person. I am Valentine Skywalker, head waitress." She pauses for a moment. "What sort of qualifications do you have, sir? And might I ask your name?"

"How rude of me--forgive me, my lady. I am forgetting myself. My name is Caspian, ki-" he hesitates, just slightly. "My name is Caspian." He sketches a graceful bow to Val.

"I'm quite new here still, but for a variety of reasons prefer this place to the one I now belong to, and one of the patrons," he waves a hand vaguely around the bar, "suggested to me that I earn my keep, as it were, and I find I would prefer it to sitting around doing nothing. I am skilled in sword-fighting, archery, hand-to-hand combat, and diplomacy. The lady I talked to," he nods in the general direction of Meg, "suggested security."

Val nods, a serious light in her eyes. "You would want to talk to Bigby or one of the members of Security. I'm not sure if they're hiring at the moment, but it is worth a question to them. I will give your name to Bernard, the head bartender as well. Perhaps he could find something for you." She smiles gently. "It is a pleasure to meet you nonetheless, Caspian."

"The pleasure is mine," he tells her with a smile. "Thank you for your help."

He turns to head towards a seat, but not without giving Val a shy, slightly crooked grin that suddenly makes him look quite a bit younger.

Val smiles back gently. "Of course, sir. If there is anything that you need, do not hesitate to ask me. I am more than happy to help."

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