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Gwen is ... in the Wasteland.

Yes.

And it is a perfectly normal night.

... Except for the part where Salla kissed her.

That. Uh.

That was unexpected.

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Vanessa is oblivious to anything unusual. She is reporting for work, and by working she means socializing while occasionally serving drinks.

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Gwen gives her a somewhat distracted smile as she passes.

She's ... got things to do. Somewhere in this general area.

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Vanessa smiles back, then her expression fades a bit when Gwen doesn't stick around to chat. Okay, so it's her own fault she hasn't been around lately, but... all right, so it's her own fault.

Nothing to do but wait for some customers, so scrub glasses while you wait.

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After a few minutes, Gwen makes her way back in Vanessa's direction.

"Hey," she says with another faint smile-- and if she's surprised to see her, it doesn't really show.

"Everything going okay?"

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"Going all right." Vanessa isn't going to talk about the sleepless nights after the fire, the way she wanted to curl up and die whenever someone mentioned the University of Chicago. Her brother might be out there somewhere. She stayed inside until she stopped seeing his face everywhere she tried to go.

So right now she's got enough precarious balance to flash a smile. "Hey, think I should learn how to mix drinks?"

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Gwen's eyebrows arch.

"Mix ... drinks."

And she smiles, wry.

"Now there's a concept. Question is do we have anything that would make a recognizable drink."

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Vanessa is taken with the idea. "We could go high class! Put in those cute little umbrellas!"

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"We ... could."

Gwen's lips quirk.

"Bet they'd go great with the flamingos."

(And then, of course, her smile falters-- flamingos, of course, spring from Salla.

... Only not, like, from his forehead or anything.)

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"Maybe a tropical theme night, with fruity drinks and flamingos and grass skirts." Vanessa is plotting already, though she has no idea where they're going to get fake palm trees.

Then notices Gwen's expression. "Um, unless you don't like it?"

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"Sure," she says with a snort. "We'll weave the grass skirts ourselves."

And shakes her head quickly, running a hand through her hair.

"No, no ... uh. Let's just say it's better than my other theme night suggestion."

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"What was that?"

If Vanessa heard this, she doesn't remember, and she is Curious!

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Gwen makes a face.

"Crossdressing night."

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"I vote no. Guys forced into skirts almost always end up looking better in them than you do. Skinny legs."

Vanessa's tone is a bit dark. She has memories from Before.

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Gwen's eyebrows arch.

"Well, it doesn't take a lot to beat my legs, so. I wasn't a fan."

This may or may not be a slight revision of history.

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Vanessa taps a finger, considering.

"We could have karaoke night!"

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Vanessa and Preston clearly share a brain.

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"That seems to be a popular one. Plus, no skirt-weaving required."