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[pubdog]

*Sirius walks in, looking vaguely as though he has been rolling in wet grass, which is not too far off the mark, but still clean and relatively tidy*

*He hesitates, then raises his hands for attention*

Good evening, ladies, gentlemen, ethereals, immortals, fates, muses, gods, all, and sundry except for Tom Riddle and AJ Crowley they can have a

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[aj_crawley]

*drags himself out of his seat, and over to the bar*

You wanted a word, Mr. Black?

[pubdog]

Yeah, er. *taps fingers on bar*

All right, listen, don't smite me or anything, okay? I know I'm a mortal and you're a demon and all, that's fine, you hold the cards.

But listen, she's still having nightmares and she's hardly left my room for two days. And I really don't want to have to talk to The Landlord about what you did in here. So er.

Respectfully, please don't do it again. Because if you do I'm probably going to try to stop you, and get vapourised, and I'm not really keen on nonexistence.

*clears throat*

Deep fried paradox? *offers what looks and tastes exactly like an onion ring would not*

[aj_crawley]

*looks fixedly at a point four inches to the left and roughly a foot above Sirius' head*

Nobody is going to get vapourised, Mr. Black. And tell her... *speaking with great difficulty, forcing words out* tell her that I... regret much of what went over last night.

Er, no paradox. Thanks.

[pubdog]

*imperceptible sigh of relief*

I'll...pass that message on then.

Good to see you've....considered your actions. That's...just wanted to tell you that.

Er. Yell if you need anything.

[aj_crawley]

Give me a heads-up if I miss Luck coming in? Need a word with her.

[pubdog]

Of course. I'll let her know you're looking for her.