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[undermyheel]

Claire Pullman is in the house!

Ok, so without any bling, just a business skirt and high heels, her shirt casually unbuttoned down to here. She's sitting at the bar, a book of accounts in front of her.

Who knew operating a business in a barter-based economy would be so difficult!

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[bitingmybullet]

A few moments later, Gwen stalks in, carrying the tattered remains of her sneakers in her hands. The look she gives Claire is just on the civil side of murderous.

She is not having a fun month evening.

[undermyheel]

"Why, Gwen," Claire says, resting her chin on her hand.

"I'd think you were unhappy to see me. Or is it that time of the month?"

[bitingmybullet]

Two wolfouts in a single evening would be excessive even for her. Gwen counts to five.

... To ten.

"If by that you mean 'the time of the month to sprout fur in awkward places,' then yes. It is."

[undermyheel]

"Oh, that's all time of the month for you, isn't it? Isn't that why you and Russ are so good for each other?"

She glances up and down, her gaze lingering at the vicinity of Gwen's neck.

"Fur and furrier?"

[lesper]

Slipping into the bar, Les' eyes grow wide and pleased when he sees Claire.

"Hi," he says, and sits next to her, long legs folded awkwardly into the space between the barstool and the bar.

[undermyheel]

"Baby," Claire greets, a smile pulling up the side of her mouth.

"How're you?"

She reaches out to ruffle his hair affectionately.

[lesper]

He closes his eyes while she touches his hair, smiling.

"I met your friend Beth."

[undermyheel]

"I heard," Claire says, dryly. She's glad that Les has made friends Claire trusts.

"Telling stories out of school again?"