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[wichita_kansas]

Who: THE EVIL WARDEN PUB THREAD: OPEN. No thread order! Start 'em up!
When: Immediately after the flood begins.
Where: The pub.
Warning: Who knows? Will tag as the magic happens. [First warning: Mirror Howie is a pimp. Someone needs to champion for his virginity!]

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Elle and Howie - either before or after the other thread

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Elle made her way up to the pub and knocked on the door, waiting for Howie to open it. She intended to stick to him like glue, at least for the rest of the day. By now, she could handle him, but the people who had changed probably wouldn't be able to.

"Sarge? Lemme in."

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"How could I turn down 'I guess I'm obliged'? It's just a moving sentiment."

Elle walked over to the bar and made herself a fruity-tasting drink. It was incredibly girly, she knew, but she didn't really care what anybody else thought, and she didn't like the bitter taste of alcohol unless it was masked by a lot of sugar and raspberries.

She slid onto a bar stool and glanced over at him. "You just gonna stand there all day?"

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Elle shrugged. "Don't worry, after a year in this place it'd take more than a nice word from you to make me feel entitled."

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Elle took a sip of her drink and flashed a fake smile at him. "I just can't get enough of you, obviously."

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"Is that the truth, or just your ego talking?" Elle mumbled under her breath, taking another sip.

She glanced over at him when he glanced at her drink. "Raspberry liqueur, lemon juice, powdered sugar, champagne. Like a diamond fizz without the gin."

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"Yup, it's the pinnacle of modern decadence," she said, deadpan. She drained the rest of it in one gulp and looked sideways at him. "No really. Does saying 'I'm gonna go get drunk unless some chick wants to bang' ever actually get you laid?"

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Elle rolled her eyes as she reached over the bar to get the raspberry liqueur and sugar. "The girls around here must have really low self-esteem."

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Elle gritted her teeth. It was pretty much habit to snap out a 'stop it' or 'don't call me that' when he used a pet name, but this time she managed to refrain.

"No thanks," she said, looking him up and down. "I prefer better-looking guys." Not that Howie was bad-looking, if she was honest, but her taste ran more towards prettyboys. And she enjoyed needling him.