Suzi slipped in from the supply closet in San Francisco (confused, and holding a box of coffee filters) and blinked around for a moment before getting summarily begged to run happy hour and dumped behind Bar
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And Bonzo is down, grabbing dinner. Dooku is around somewhere not too far off, in case a certain Belgian Plot Device appears, to make sure that things don't boil over, but for now, he's giving the kid just a little space. The kid needs it. So, he's sitting at the Bar. "Could I have a...soda?" He decides, for better or worse, that he doesn't want to get drunk.
Bonzo blinks for a second as she says that. "You look familiar...have we met before?" He's met a rather large number of people, both in here and...elsewhere.
San Francisco. He's never been there... "I'm from Spain...originally." And the arms now get a second glance. "What..." He shakes his head. "Do I even want to know?"
And one of those moments of revelation hits him. "I remember meeting you now...it's been a long time." Try about two-three years from his POV. "Sorry I didn't recognize you right off-hand."
"Um. Slightly crazy, sane again, dealing with a Householder going totally insane, enjoying sex with Whistler, helping Whistler with work, cleaning things, annoying Mother by cleaning things...busy."
You know what? Outside of biology class, that's the first time Bonzo has heard the word that rhymes with six mentioned...the locker room notwithstanding...in a long time. "Sounds like it." Pause. "And you're bartending her now, too...not bad."
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