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WHO: Archangel and Skids
WHERE: All That Jazz
WHEN: Tonight
WARNINGS: None!
SUMMARY: Warren and Sally Deep Discussion V2.0
FORMAT: Paratigerpants

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Sally whirled around at her name, and grinned when she realized it was Warren who wanted to talk. "Sure thing," she told him as she skidded over.

She hadn't been able to take a break yet, the constant flow of customers keeping her and her fellow workers on her toes. Not that she was complaining; more people meant more tips, and that was always a good thing.

"I can't believe it's only Thursday night," she shook her head as she stopped in front of him, grinning.

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"I know, it's been crazy," Warren replied, and moved his gaze over to the patron sitting area. "Not that I'm complaining, mind you. Having to do more work only means more money in our pockets, right?"

Great minds thought alike, apparently. He gestured for Sally to walk along with him, and headed toward the bar to grab himself a couples shots of scotch.

"Which brings me to tomorrow. Are you possibly interested in picking up a couple more hours?"

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"I can't," Sally told him, unable to stop herself from smiling. "I kind of have plans."

Date night with Sam. She still had to pick out a dress, and shoes, jewelry, and figure out how she was going to do her hair. She was so concerned with picking out the perfect outfit that Sally wouldn't be surprised if she failed to sleep later.

She had been looking off into the distance, and shook her head to clear her thoughts. "Sorry."

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Warren stopped at the bar, and waved at the bartender to pour his drink. Sally's response hadn't been one he was expecting, though, and he raised an eyebrow curiously. They had, after all, just recently had a discussion about her situation with mourning Rusty, and this seemed like it was a step in the right direction for her. "Don't be. By the grin on your face it looks important."