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[smith_jane_mrs]

There was an assassin curled up in one of the chairs near the fire, pint of ice cream in one hand, spoon in the other.

She was wearing something resembling pyjammas, her hair was loose, hardly even brushed, and she wasn't wearing the usual tasteful makeup, in fact, she wasn't wearing any makeup at all.

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[conflictedhero]

"Hello, ma'am."

Said from the geek from two tables over. Who is eating his own icecream.

[smith_jane_mrs]

She arched a brow at him, spoon resting against her lower lip for a moment before digging into the ice cream again with a noncommital sound that might have been a greeting.

[conflictedhero]

He blinks at that, then nods and goes back to his ice cream.

"Ah, that kind of day?"

[smith_jane_mrs]

"yup" She said around her next mouthful of ice cream.

She'd spare him the gory details, at least until she started feeling vindictive.