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[thebooksaysso]

[So there's a certain little witch that's probably supposed to be working right now, all things considered, propping up her communicator on a counter that's also holding a rack of fresh washed dishes and a mess of paperwork scattered every which way across the counter top. If you listen close enough, you can probably hear the steady bass from the

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[notasdumbas]

[Charity was not sure about this. REALLY not sure about this fkdjlag but he'd had nothing to do for the last few days, and he kept meaning to try new things... But maybe a club was a little much. Having had enough of accidentally getting caught up in and overwhelmed by the crowd, CK untangles himself from the thong and takes himself out of that mess the first way he comes across. Minding the things on the counter, CK grabs a hold of it for dear life and takes a deep breath. Right about then he realizes Ana's said something but he didn't really catch what.]

What!? ... Sorry. Uhm, what?

[thebooksaysso]

[On the bright side, CK, you've managed to at least stumble away from the crowd and into her kitchen! Down side, though? The noise still isn't any better.]

[....and you stumbled into her kitchen.]

I said "wrong room". The bar is on the other side of the club.

[notasdumbas]

I don't think alcohol is a good idea right now. I mean, not that it usually is anyway, but not now especially.

[Give him a second to register he's in your kitchen.]

.. Oh! Uhhhm.. is this a bad place to just stay for a minute? If I go back out there, I think I might puke or somethin'.

[thebooksaysso]

[That face. That put upon face she almost makes. But she sighs, clicks her device off and drops back into the satchel hanging on another chair.]

I may have a bin around here somewhere, but....I'd really more appreciate it if you didn't go making more of a mess, yes. [And hey, company might even be kind of nice for a while, to get her mind off the growing migraine. And now that she actually listens a little closer, he sounds awful familiar.] Do you want water? Or I might have some juice.

[notasdumbas]

Oh! No. I mean, I'm not gonna puke here it's just... all those people packed in that room.

[He has the decency to at least look apologetic!] Water would be really nice. Not sure what I was thinking. Coming here, I mean.

[thebooksaysso]

I'm sure that you weren't thinking. [She'll take the look! Which makes her feel a little bad for snapping, and she she pulls a glass out of the dish rack.] But most of the people that come here don't, I've realized. As long as you stay out of the way of the dance area, though, I think you should be fine.

[Aaaand there they go. She slides the water over to him before she takes a seat herself, collecting up the papers she left laying around back into her notebook. And after another moment, she looks back over at him, and....stares, trying to figure something out.]

....prison boy?

[notasdumbas]

[mumble grumble]
... How is any of that even dancing.

[He takes the glass and starts to just gulp it down! But nearly spits some of it out when she calls him 'prison boy']

What!? Why would you- [Oh hey, now that you mention it.] ... hey, are you that fingerprints lady?

[thebooksaysso]

Anathema, actually. But yes, that was me.

[notasdumbas]

Right! Yeah, I didn't get your name then. At least I don't think I did. I'm C.K, by the way. Not.. prison boy.

[thebooksaysso]

Fitting as it is. [....okay, no, she'll stop now, but at least it's mostly good natured at this point?]

So what does bring you to a shady little bar in the middle of the Nameless District, C.K.? If you didn't plan to join the drunken masses.

[notasdumbas]

[He shrugs a little and takes a drink of his water.]

I was just looking for something to do, I guess. Back home I was busy constantly. I mean, I used to complain about that, but now I pretty much miss it. So I just thought I'd... come see it. [He realizes this is a lame excuse for coming to a club.] To be fair, though? I wasn't expecting-[he motions in the direction of the dance floor 8|]-... that.