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[the_damsel]

It wasn't quite summer yet in New York, but it was close enough. The weather had been clear and hot, but thankfully hadn't quite reached the point where it was oppressive. That said, a change for the cooler wasn't unwelcome, and when the front door opened to reveal the t-shirt-clad form of April O'Neil, the wry quirk to her lips suggested she was

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[conflictedhero]

"April!"

A familiar face, perhaps.

Bruce smiles as he stands and walks over, several large books in his hands.

"How are you?"

[the_damsel]

Familiar face indeed, and April couldn't help but smile at the sight of it.

"Bruce, hi!" she greeted in return, motioning for him to sit. "I'm good, really good. How about you? What're you reading?"

[conflictedhero]

He settles to the seat and sets his books down, smiling.

He shoves the glasses on his face back up as they threaten to fall off and nods.

"I'm okay. Just been working on studying as usual. Some texts on radiation and mutation."

He smiles again.

"Where have you been? It has been... awhile."

[the_damsel]

Radiation and mutation. Not remotely a surprise, and April simply nodded in recognition, her smile gentle.

"Oh, you know, saving the world with my vast intellect and sharp wit." She tossed him a quick wink, smile growing. Which was to say, she'd not been doing much of anything of note. Well, beyond hanging out with giant, talking turtles.

"It's been too long, probably," she added, considering. "You know how it is. Life steps in, and before you know it, it's been an age. But I can't ever stay away." Milliways held several rather important claims on her heart, after all.

[general_lando]

"Well, hello, Miss O'Neil." When April turns, she'll see a familiar face, clad in cape and the finest of late Republic era fabrics. "It's been a while."

[the_damsel]

"Lando!" April grinned immediately, obviously quite pleased to see him again. "Hey, how are you?" It felt like it had been forever. She wondered if he'd ever managed the ice cream scheme.

[general_lando]

"I am very well, April. Life has treated me well, here and at home. And you?" He takes a seat next to her, his smile same as it's ever been.

[the_damsel]

"I can't complain," April answered, and that much was decidedly true. "Things have been pretty quiet, but you know how life is. One day you turn around and months have gone by without you even realizing it."

[no_more_chianti]

Somebody comes bursting through the door in running clothes and sneakers, breathing hard, and proceeds to make a beeline for the bar, where she gulps down a glass of water.

April looks ... sort of familiar, so she gets a smile and a wave.

[OOC: omg omg omg. hiiiii.]

[the_damsel]

Holy crap, Clarice Starling remembered her! April, of course, waved immediately back, her grin instinctive.

"Hi!" she called down to Clarice, and thought she was doing quite well not fangirling. "Good run?"

[OOC: OMG. *brain goes boom*]

[no_more_chianti]

This is good, because Clarice would find fangirling extremely awkward.

"Pretty good, yeah," she says, having gotten some of her breath back.

Running is Clarice's anti-drug.

"Lake's really nice this time of day."

[the_damsel]

April nodded, remembering well enough. "Yeah, it is. Not too hot yet." After a brief pause, she reached a hand over to Clarice, her smile still in place. "I'm April. We met once, quite awhile ago."

[amanda_darieux]

A couple of kittens come by sniffing at Aprils feet.

[the_damsel]

Perhaps a strange thing to happen in any other bar, but not so much in this one. Noting the gentle nudges to her boots, April glanced down and broke into an immediate smile.

"Hello, babies," she cooed, bending over to reach careful fingertips out to the kittens. "Are you hungry, hmm?"

[amanda_darieux]

Theese kittens are well fed but that isn't to say they would ever refuse food. Rather the lighter female sniffs the womans finger and then licks it affectionately. The black one is now rubbing himself against Aprils legs. It seems they like her. Or maybe they are just overly friendly.

On the other side of the bar there is a woman looking under tables possibly for these two.

[the_damsel]

How precious. April smiled, and smoothed her fingers over first one kitten's silky head and then the other. Noting the woman across the room peeking beneath tables, she cast her a wave.

"Looking for something?" she called, and motioned to the kittens amiably.

[locked_holmes]

"How picturesque you are," said Holmes. He took the seat beside her without a moment's hesitation, his teacup held in one hand with the fingers of the other smoothing over the curls of her hair. Hands stained with ink and showing the faintest reminder of some recent chemical reaction, he was the picture of weary self-satisfaction.

Their meeting did not occur entirely by chance; he had been waiting for her. He could profess no particular purpose, however, except the somewhat secret pleasure he took in her company.

[the_damsel]

"I do try," April quipped in reply, leaning instinctively into his touch with a wry smile. He'd never been much for public displays of affection, and she likely should have been satisfied with what he'd seen fit to give, but she tipped closer anyway, and pressed a lingering kiss to his lips.

"Where've you been?" she asked as she drew away, eyes warm with unspoken adoration.

[locked_holmes]

He spoke once she had released him again, the taste of her mouth both smooth and somewhat sweet against his lips. He minded less the taste of coffee, when it was blended with the taste of her.

"Tucked away," he replied. "Working at one or two of the array of little problems presented to me in the last several weeks." None of them extraordinary, but one or two of some interest at least, and one of them now most definitely wrapped up in a tidy solution.

[the_damsel]

"Mmm, of course." April leaned back, taking a large swallow of coffee. "And judging by the look on your face, I will guess that you're happy enough with how that's going."