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[i_spoiled_it]

Steph has never been one to take well to boredom. The bottles along the top shelf behind the bar are looking more and more appealing every day

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[onewhoisall]

Even Cass is finding it creepy. And that's saying a lot.

She's not sure what makes her stop into the bar this late at night. Possibly because patrolling the same street night after night has made her bored and edgy.

"Hey."

[i_spoiled_it]

"Hey, B.G." Steph brightens to see her friend, grinning over at her. "What's crackin'?"

[onewhoisall]

"Nothing," Cass said hopping up on the bar. "On top of nothing. What's new with you?"

[i_spoiled_it]

"Nothing," Steph says, stretching one leg out to kick idly at Cass's feet. "With a side of nothing, extra sprinklings of nothing on the top, a nothing salad, oh, and a nothing cocktail. With a nothing on a stick."

She thinks about that for a moment.

"...that just took the metaphor way too far, didn't it?"

[onewhoisall]

"Probably," Cass agreed, not really understanding what a metaphor was.

She returned Steph's idle kick with one of her own.

"I think this place might be getting to us."

[i_spoiled_it]

"No shit, Sherlock." Steph's bitterness isn't aimed at Cass. "We gotta get out of here or I'm going to go completely nuts, and it won't be pretty."

[onewhoisall]

Cass cast and evaluating eye at Steph. "We're all on edge. And we aren't going anywhere soon. If you have anything that can distract us, I'm all ears."

[i_spoiled_it]

"How's your reading going?" Steph asks brightly.

[onewhoisall]

Cass scowled back. "Fine. Faye wrote some stories for me to read. That only goes so far."

[i_spoiled_it]

"Did she really? That's way nice of her." Steph looks very thoughtful, in a way that bodes little good. "Maybe I could write you some stories."

[onewhoisall]

Cass immediately looks suspicious. "No ninja princesses."

[i_spoiled_it]

"What about superhero ninja princesses?" Steph asks innocently. "Or just superheroes? Named Cass?"

[onewhoisall]

"This is not the kind of distraction I was talking about," Cass groaned, "And if you do write a story about me? Any mention of the word throbbing will get you pummeled."

[i_spoiled_it]

"You don't want me writing a story about your throbbing ... throbbing ... I don't know, what do you have that throbs? Is there something I should know, Cass?"

[onewhoisall]

It's a good natured punch that Cass aims at Steph's shoulder. Friendly but with a touch of warning.

"There is no throbbing," she warns.

[i_spoiled_it]

"Okay, okay, no throbbing." Steph rubs her shoulder, leaning back against the wall at her end of the counter. "I promise, if I ever write a story about you, it'll be a hundred percent throb-free."