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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace hurries into the bar from lakeside, a box in her arms. She doesn't stop off anywhere, instead moving through the crowd to the Bar. Once there, she places a short stack of notes on her polished surface.
"See those get to their owners, yeah? Ta, love." And then she hurries for the back door again with her box.

Time to go hunting.


Dear Love,
The Council has given summons, I have to go. Don't worry about me, I'll probably be back before you get this note.
All my love, always.
Ace.



Just to let you know: I'm going to be out of the bar for a bit, but I'm alright. So save your worrying for someone else.
Take care,
Ace

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

And just before she hits the back door, her husband is there. He wraps loving arms around her, gives her a soft kiss on the lips, then, reluctantly, lets go.

"I won't keep ya. Good luck."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Ta, Tim." She knows just how hard he could make this. "I'd've given warning, but... they were quicker on the draw than I thought. Don't worry, alright?"

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

He smiles benignly. He has no worries. He has proof she'll be fine.

"Give em hell."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Always." With a last firey grin, she bolts out the door.

A few minutes later, the odd, groaning sound of dematerialization comes back, dimly.

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

The Bar gives Claire the note when she asks for a pot of tea. She reads it through with a frown and reaches for a cocktail napkin to jot back a reply.


Ace~

You'd better come back in one piece or my son is going to be very upset. Me too, come to think of it.

Love,
Claire




"Make sure Ace gets that when she gets back? Thanks, Bar."