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[untiedtheknots]

A basket of onion rings, a beer, a spiral notebook, and an ancient Latin text.

One of these things is less like the others.

Artemis is sprawled in a booth with all four.

[ooc: and the mun needs sleep! but the post is open until it scrolls and slowtime is love!]

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[ikissdhimbck]

Kate has been in the bar for most of the day. Sometime this afternoon, she graduated from coffee to whiskey.

So, there is one very relaxed, slightly tipsy cowgirl a few tables away, extremely intrigued by those little fried circle things.

[untiedtheknots]

Whiskey is a very fine beverage, and Artemis knows from personal experience just how well those little fried circle things go with it.

She stretches, setting the notebook and text aside, and scoots the onion ring basket a little closer to the edge of the table. So one might get a better look, say.

[ikissdhimbck]

She wins a smirk from Kate.

"Howdy!" she calls cheerfully. "I wasn't starin' at you, honest."

Staring at your food is something else entirely.

[untiedtheknots]

Artemis grins back.

"No offense taken if you were. Although I admit I'd get hung up on these first."

She snags one of said onion rings.

"Care for one?"