You know those days when you wake up and find a note on your bed (specially delivered by the waitrats!) saying that you get your electronics back after you've socialized for a while.
So.
Aleph is seated at the bar with a martini for company, all decked out in a
little black number she found in her closet (one of a very few number of choices).
Yeah, yeah, talk to her. She wants her laptop back.
Tiny tag: Aleph