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[sime_channel]

Its rather late for her usual sort of entry, but Suzi wanders down from upstairs and heads toward a seat. As always she's heralded by the jingle-jingle-jingle of her anklet, and she's got paper with lists. Also her knitting, but the lists are the important thing. They're questions to ask Quinn.

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[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill is sitting close by and lifts his head from a game of solitaire he's been playing at the jingle. He smiles when he see's Suzi. "You sound like my momma's cat."

[sime_channel]

"Bill!" is her response, and the papers and knitting knitting are dropped (the knitting bounces, and little kangaroo tails in orange and pink (different kangaroos) flail wildly). It was, however, necessary to cause the yarn-and-paper mess because how could she fling herself at him for a hug if she didn't?

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill is surprised by the reaction but smiles and returns the hug. "Hey darlin, how are you doing?"

[sime_channel]

"I lost my world and then Michael got me drunk and when Dexter tried to help me get rid of the hangover I got poisoned then Moiraine Sedai magiced the poison out and Whistler told me that I'm useful." This all means things.

To Suz.

Really.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Woah, woah." Bill holds up a hand to stop her as he tries to get all that she is saying. "Who poisoned you an what magic did who to Whistler an what happened to your world?"

[sime_channel]

She pauses and then starts at the most angsty, it came first. "I don't have a world anymore. I can't, um. I could always feel it? And I can't now. My link has been broken." She doesn't cry. She just gets a little splotchy like she wants to cry, "So Michael, he's my best friend, he got me drunk. And then I had a hangover, and Dexter, he's creepy but seems nice? He gave me a hangover cure, but I can't eat one of the ingredients and was being poisoned. Then Moiraine Sedai came over and magic'ed the poison out of me? So I was healthy? And then, um. Then I told Whistler, and cried at him, and he said that I'm not a bother."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill frowns and gives her another hug, she looks like she needs it. "Oh Suzi, I'm sorry. I don't...I really don't know what to say. Do you know what happened or...damn I'm sorry. Glad Whistler's there for ya."

[sime_channel]

She does, and she clings to him again, "Its, um. Its pretty horrible. Except the bits about Moiraine Sedai and Whistler. She was very nice, and Whistler is the best thing that has ever happened."

She may be including the invention of hot chocolate and pecan pie.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"I'll have to look out for her an tell her thanks for fixin you up." Bill says, making a mental note to do just that. "Speakin of thanks, I got your card for Thanksgivin. Been meanin to thank you for that too."

[sime_channel]

"You don't need to." She may have stopped clinging, but she hasn't stopped leaning against him. What? Personal space?

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill doesn't mind. He let's her lean, rubbing her shoulder "Well it was nice of you an least I can do is buy you a drink or somethin. How bout it?"

[sime_channel]

"Nothing alcoholic." She says instantly, eyes wide, "Or with bananas? I found out that they're poison. To me, not you. Probably not you? Can you eat bananas?"

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Bananas? Really? Damn, one of my favorite foods happen to be banana bread. But we can go non-alcohol." He thinks a moment and smiles. "How bout icecream? You ever have a rootbeer float?"

[sime_channel]

"Beer is alcoholic, Bill." She says slowly.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill grins and bends down to pick up the things she dropped earlier as he explains. "This kind ain't, otherwise I'd have gotten into a whole mess of trouble for suckin em back when I was a kid. Its pop. Add a little icecream an you got a float."

He leads the way to Bar and sits down on a stool and orders. "Two rootbeer floats." Two, tall frosty glasses appear with large scoops of icecream floating ontop of brown liquid. Each with a straw sticking out.

[sime_channel]

She eyes him, and then eyes the drink, and then? Then she takes a sip, "Its fizzy! Like Whistler's coffee?"