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[song_of_stars]

At typical Happy Hour time, Urania is sitting at the bar with a laptop in front of her, working out an advanced formula to improve the range of a space telescope. It isn't until Mercury, bobbing at her elbow, nudges her that she realizes that no one is getting behind the bar to serve people

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[tragic_mask]

Melpomene slides onto a bar stool, rapping her knuckles on the bar.

"Barkeep, barkeep, I'd like a Moonlight, and my fortune."

[song_of_stars]

Rai raises an eyebrow and gives her a sweet smile.

"And I'd like you to treat your youngest sister with some kind of respect. Shall we trade?"

[tragic_mask]

"Oh, come on. When did you get so uptight?"

She smiles sweetly in return.

Ah, the parry and thrust of siblinghood.

[song_of_stars]

"About the same time you came to be a bitch. Well, a little later. I am younger."

[tragic_mask]

She sighs.

There's a reason she doesn't talk too much to her sisters of late.

"Can I please just get the drink, then?"

[song_of_stars]

If she hadn't decided that she was too good for them, she'd be getting along with them better. She pours the ingredients and mixes the drink easily, setting it on a coaster on the bar.

[tragic_mask]

Right...

"Thanks," she says, quietly, and takes a sip.

[song_of_stars]

"You're welcome. Enjoy it."

Her eyes are clear and direct. She resents the rift, but it isn't her place to heal it.