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[die_tician]

A painfully thin man in black comes in - by the door, for once - and takes a seat at the bar. He opens his razor-thin laptop and pokes a few keys, apparently at random.

In the meantime, Bar offers up a no-cal, carbonated water, flavored with twelve different kinds of chemical sweeteners. Sable smiles, pats her surface with an appreciation he probably doesn't feel, and settles in.