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[nita_callahan]

Carmela may be trying -- and failing -- to stay awake, but Nita, tucked into a booth, is making no pretense whatsoever. ('Cause, you know, it's pretty hard to pretend you're anything but asleep when you're asleep. You're too busy sleeping

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[puckishly]

Well isn't this a piece of unearned luck.

(The mun could make a joke about Ronan now 'scaping the serpent's tongue, but she refuses on the grounds that no one would get it. Uh.)

Once he has ascertained that she is really asleep, Puck siiiiidles Nita's way and invisibly applies the last of this vial's love-in-idleness.

Don't worry. He's got more where that came from.

Anyway, Puck is taking no chances around Nita: When he vanishes up into the rafters, his position is both strategic and distant.

Which is part of what makes it so strategic.

[emptiedstreets]

"Nita?" Ronan asks quietly, sliding into the opposite side of the booth. "Niiiiitaa. Oh, hang it all-- MISS YANK."

[nita_callahan]

"Ah!"

She sits up, flailing, and rubs her eyes -- it feels like she got something in them, somehow -- and turns to glower at the new occupant of the booth.

"What do you want, R--"

The glower disappears.

". . . Ronan?"

[emptiedstreets]

"What?" Ronan raises an eyebrow. "Sure and don't I want to talk to you, Miss Yank? I allowed to do that?"

[nita_callahan]

"No, of course. I mean, of course you can. You're allowed. I mean--"

She stops, flustered, blushing.

". . . I mean, I like talking to you," she finally offers, shy.

[emptiedstreets]

"I want to request an effing advice, or whatever the hell you're supposed to say," Ronan continues buresquely. "See, I've got this intervention that I'm--you what."

[nita_callahan]

Her smile turns downright incandescent when he says her wants her advice.

Then, blinking -- "What? I do."

[emptiedstreets]

"You're having me on," Ronan says accusingly. "Is-- is Kit going to rabbit out here and laugh his buggering little head off? --anyway, suicide rates in Northern Ireland. We want to do something about that. Suggestions?"

[puckishly]

Someone is, in fact, laughing his buggering little head off.

It's just not Kit.

And he's being VERY QUIET.

[nita_callahan]

"No, no," Nita assures him, "Kit's not here. And I would not let him laugh at you."

There's a little more vehemence there than is maybe strictly necessary.

"And I wouldn't try to fool you about something like that."

[emptiedstreets]

"...are you high?" Ronan yelps.

[nita_callahan]

"What? No!"

[emptiedstreets]

"Denial means yes!"

Ronan pulls his hands through his hair.

"Mary mother of God and all the blasted saints."

[nita_callahan]

"I am not on drugs. Sheesh."

Beat.

". . . You're worried about me?"

[emptiedstreets]

"You're on drugs!" Ronan bellows. "I THINK THE ANSWER IS OBVIOUS."

[nita_callahan]

Worried is the same as caring!

She gives him another shy smile. "If it'll make you feel better, I'll say it in the Speech."