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[awesome_lilly]

Lilly's hanging out in the nightclub, tonight. It's quiet, with a few customers scattered throughout the intimate tables and shadowy booths and soft music playing over the clink of glasses and murmurs of conversation.

She's taken a table up front with a cosmo and some paperwork, just to keep an eye on the door.

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[cutting_edgex23]

X slips through the door, body tense.

She's looking for Lilly.

[awesome_lilly]

Luckily, even in the candlelight, Lilly's not hard to find. She glances up as X comes in.

"Joe! Wasn't expecting you to drop by. Come on in, grab a seat."

[cutting_edgex23]

"Okay."

X slips into a chair, body still tense.

"You are okay?"

[awesome_lilly]

"I'm fine," Lilly says, forehead wrinkling a bit.

"Uh, should I not be? Is there something going on in bar again?"

[taishar_malkier]

Lan's come upstairs to talk to Moiraine. There's no pressing matter; it's only habit to check in with her every so often, in her study or in the bar or outside.

What's also habit is glancing quickly at open doors as he passes.

Everything, after all, is surveillance of a sort.

[awesome_lilly]

Surveillance can often yield surprising results.

In this case, it means that maybe Lan sees the lime coming before it viciously attacks his boots. Or it rolls under his radar and bumps into them without warning, whichever.

"...oh, crap. Sorry!"

Lilly is smiling apologetically at him from the doorway.

[taishar_malkier]

Lan sees it, and steps discreetly aside.

"No harm done," he says, and bends to scoop the fruit up and offer it back to Lilly.

He's seen her in the bar, now and then, though they've never spoken.

[awesome_lilly]

"Well, limes aren't generally deadly, but I'm glad it didn't splat on your boots or whatever."

They're nice boots, if a little too practical for Lilly's taste.

"Oh, and I'm Lilly, by the way. DeadNeptuneCaliforniaEarth2005."