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At first, Relena dismisses it as being tired. After all, it had been a very long day, and Relena enjoys hallucinating on long days. She's found that the more tired she is on a given day, the better day dreams she will have. Particularly when they involve hot men doing bad things, because Relena certainly needs more of those.
But this is not her average daytime fantasy. This is just... odd. As far as Relena knows, her house does not have a bar in the living room, and with... such a strange crowd, at that. She shifts, holding three very stuffed folders under her arm and a briefcase in her fist, her other hand holding keys and her mail. She has a pen in her mouth. She wishes her house were normal so she can put all this down and die on her couch.
Instead, she stares at the massive bar invading where her front room used to be and speaks around the pen in her mouth.
"Wha' 'he hell?"
But this is not her average daytime fantasy. This is just... odd. As far as Relena knows, her house does not have a bar in the living room, and with... such a strange crowd, at that. She shifts, holding three very stuffed folders under her arm and a briefcase in her fist, her other hand holding keys and her mail. She has a pen in her mouth. She wishes her house were normal so she can put all this down and die on her couch.
Instead, she stares at the massive bar invading where her front room used to be and speaks around the pen in her mouth.
"Wha' 'he hell?"