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[river_meimei]

River.

Booth. Back against the wall, one leg tucked under her and one knee pulled to her chest. Watching the room. What she sees in it is, as usual, an open question.

The sullen look of a teenager who's not in a particularly good mood, layered with River's tendency to be distracted by empty air.

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[last_adam]

*Adam's in an okay mood, but he's booooooooored. And so he comes to say Hi to River.*

Hi.

[river_meimei]

River's eyes flick to him.

Yep. Still grumpy. Though not specifically directed at him.

[last_adam]

*Consider his eyebrow raised. Because it is.*

You okay?

[river_meimei]

"Fine."

Grouchy.

[last_adam]

Mhmmm.

*He says. Or, in other words, bullshit.*

[shang-dragon.livejournal.com]

Liam sits down silently on the other side of the booth and sets a glass of apple-cranberry beside her. He comes prepared.

[river_meimei]

Bribery will get him... okay, somewhere.

River glances at the glass, and him, and looks a little more interested.

[shang-dragon.livejournal.com]

"There's rarely a mood that a good drink doesn't help." He takes a drink from his own glass to punctuate the point.

To be fair, his drink does contain alcohol.

[river_meimei]

"It's fructose. The chemical constitution is mood-altering. Your pancreas is easily led."

She has a sip, though, holding the glass with both hands.

[shang-dragon.livejournal.com]

"I will just have to take your word for that."

He watches her drink. "Any particular reason for the mood?" Teenagers do just get moody sometimes.

[badinlatin]

"Does your brother play poker?"

Mal had moved to sit in the seat across from River in the booth.

He figures it wouldn't be a problem, but is amiable enough to be corrected.

[river_meimei]

"You'll have to be persuasive."

She doesn't look at him, but she doesn't protest his taking a seat, either.

[badinlatin]

Mal makes a face, but moves on. "I will, then. I'm tryin' to organize a poker night. Thought it'd be a perfect opportunity to lighten the Doc's pockets."

The levity may or may not be appreciated.

[river_meimei]

River flicks a glance at him.

It's not, especially, though she's not offended either.

[badinlatin]

Mal catches the glance.

:)?

"You want me to leave ya be? I do still got Tequila to look in on if you're lookin' to be you and yourself at the moment."

[renevatio.livejournal.com]

A yo-yo flits across her empty air.

Well, "flits" may be not quite the right word. "Flies" or "flings itself" might be more fitting. It's closely followed by a man appearing to be approximately thirty-something years old. He catches the errant yo-yo and stops roughly in front of her booth, frowning and trying to untangle the string.

[river_meimei]

River watches him. Or possibly the yo-yo.

[renevatio.livejournal.com]

The yo-yo is fascinating, say true. It sparks when it goes up and down. Lincoln, unfortunately, has not yet made it go up and down. Not on purpose, anyway. He glaces to his left and notices the girl in the booth.

"Excuse me, but you wouldn't happen to know anything about these, would you?" He holds it up: it's kind of a mess.

[river_meimei]

"You're not supposed to tie them in knots."

River is helpful.

[renevatio.livejournal.com]

"I didn't tie anything. It did it itself." He pauses. "Well, okay, I probably helped. But Bar didn't give me any instructions when she gave it to me, so I don't even know what's right."

[smallestopener]

Ingress bounces by on the way to milkshakes and happy times.

"Hi!"

Then she frowns, as she notices River's expression.

"Are you having a bad day?"

[river_meimei]

"No."

Yes she is.

Then her face lightens, a little. "Hi."

[smallestopener]

"Did you win the snowball fight? You throw good!"

[river_meimei]

"We all did."

There's a small smile, remembering.

"It was very messy."

[smallestopener]

"And cold, too. Brrr!"

She sits down by River.

"Is there snow in space?"