And with a Crash-

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Fading out is an echo of two voices...

"He's an angsty, emo, heartless sorcerer swordsman."

"He totally needs to get laid, then."

There's never a good closet around when you need one- at least, ever since someone came up with Rule #3. So what if Laini and Zelgadiss missed the stairs and whatever else door they were aiming for- They're at least out of the bar right now, and Laini is doing her best to get him out of his clothes.

(As for hers- Shapeshifter. That will only take a moment, unless he wants to help as well!)

They crash the door into the back room and onto a convenient couch. Zel winces a bit as the back of his head hits the armrest (because Laini is totally doing the pouncing) and, noticing their surroundings, says eloquently, "Um. Where are we?"

Laini blinks, maybe finally distracted. Somewhat. "Good question- though someone did leave a drink here."

Zelgadiss eyes said drink. It's blue. Very blue. "Yeah, but what sort is it?"


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[withherhands]

"It's never safe in here," a young woman says from nearby, fingers clicking away on a sock dangling from a circular knitting needle. "More tea?"

[silveraspen]

"Yes, thanks. I think I've let this cup get cold," Aspen tells her.

"How are things? Any sign of Jack?"

[withherhands]

"Not yet," she says, taking a look around the room. "I keep waiting to just turn to one side and see him standing right next to me, just so he can scare the everloving crap out of me."

[silveraspen]

"I wouldn't put it past him."

Aspen shakes her head.

"I saw Frank Black earlier... talking to Phoenix."

That's a very sheepish look, that is.

"I didn't dare go near."

[withherhands]

Karen staaaares for a moment.

"Oh, that would have been an interesting conversation."

[silveraspen]

"Interesting yes. Safe? Comfortable?"

She winces.

A lot, really.

[withherhands]

"Yeah, somehow I'm thinking not either of those things. Though..." She stops knitting for a moment, a thought hitting her that hadn't before. "Considering I wrote the NPC that basically tortured my own pup..."

She screws up her face for a moment before rubbing her forehead. "Okay, this is making my head hurt now. Oh, and thinking of people that might be awkward to find in here...you haven't seen Blodwen around, have you?"

[silveraspen]

It's amazing just how quickly she pales.

"Um. No, no I haven't."

A pause.

It's a long pause, really.

"I wouldn't, um. I wouldn't expect her to be showing up here any time soon. She's, um. Things with her right now...."

Aspen shudders and breaks off there.

[withherhands]

"Uh, yeah. That's a good thing. A very good thing," Karen says, though she might be nudging the flap of her bag a little with her foot to cover up something white and lacy. "There's enough...drama in the bar itself without it bleeding over into the back room."

[silveraspen]

"Besides, can you imagine how badly that would go? I mean, if..."

Aspen darts a look around, then reaches under the table and brings out a bottle of rum, which she offers to Karen.

"It goes really well in black tea, I find."

[withherhands]

Karen holds out her mug (a repro third-class White Star Line mug) and smiles. "Rum? That wouldn't be character bleed, would it, Aspen?"

[silveraspen]

"Thought I'd staunched all that."

Dryly said, as she pours a healthy dollop into Karen's mug.