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[ms-myers.livejournal.com]

Nina's in the bar. Nondescript clothing, subdued look, no drink. Just a dark, distant stare off into space.

When lo, along comes...

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[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine comes up to Yelena's table, smiling sunnily, in jeans and a purple t-shirt that says "Milliways Barmaid--Hands Off!" "Good even, Yelena...can I get you anything from the bar or kitchen for you today?"

[ms-myers.livejournal.com]

"Do you need to wear that shirt a lot?" Nina has to grin, speaking dryly. "No drinks for me, thanks. D'you know why the bar is so slow today?"

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

"Well, I've not had occasion as yet to need it. No, I do not know why the bar is slow today, I'll have to investigate it. I hope you are faring well today?"

[ms-myers.livejournal.com]

Nina wonders idly how Elaine manages to say all that in one breath. "I'm fine, thanks--I'm probably drinking too much, anyways, so don't be offended if I don't go and order anything."

She raises an eyebrow. "Who runs the bar around here, anyways?"

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine's dead, she doesn't technically need to breathe. "Well, the Head Barman in a gentleman named Bernard. But sometimes if Bar is unhappy--or Bernard, for that matter--she will sometimes serve slow." Elaine frowns. "I really will have to enquire about that."

[ms-myers.livejournal.com]

Excuses, excuses. ;) "The Bar? Unhappy?" Nina raises both eyebrows at that. "It's a bar. How can it be unhappy?"

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

"Well, she is sentient. Did you not know that? She and the Head Barman are connected by some sort of enchantment." Elaine grins. "She is also engaged to a rather nice Broom."

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"A Broom." Nina bites back her laughter, trying not to smile. "You mean... like one of those walking brooms, in Fantasia?"

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

"I'm not sure. Tis quite a polite Broom, to be sure."

Elaine hasn't seen Fantasia before.

[ms-myers.livejournal.com]

Oh. Nina should probably explain that one, shouldn't she? "In the movie, you know, with Mickey Mouse, where he..." She trails off, laughing openly--but not mockingly--now. "...ah, never mind. How can a broom be polite?"

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

"Well, he's always seemed so to me, anyway. Doesn't brush dust on the patrons' clothing." Elaine laughs. "I'd never thought to have a conversation like this in life." It's a good thing she's dead.

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"Me either," Nina says, very fervently. She looks up at the pretty barmaid, her look softening ever so slightly. "I don't mind, though. Do you?"

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

"Not at all. It's strange but it's rather normal for this place."

[ms-myers.livejournal.com]

"You really do enjoy it here." Nina tilts her head. "When you get time off from being a barmaid, who do you go with?"

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

"Go with?" Elaine asks. "Is that another way of saying 'dating'?" Modern terms can be so very confusing.

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Nina tries not to laugh again. "No, I mean--who do you sit with, spend time with?"

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Well, I have my friend Spike, who is a bounty hunter from Mars, and his girlfriend Beth. I also know a lot of people from Los Angeles. And I do have a gentleman friend. His name is Ryan Chappelle." Elaine beams, as she always does when talking about Ryan.