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[_mother_dearest]

Out Of Milliways: The bar provides Lyrae with a different change of clothes than her usual one, which results in a conflict of epic proportions.

Lyrae Addam vs. Underwire Brassiere
After her epic battle, Lyrae Addam is sitting at the bar with a cup of hot cocoa looking as if she could rip the still-beating heart out of someone's chest with her

Comments

[slightlymonkish]

"Pink Floyd," observes a carton of milk from not too far away.

Why does she get a normal outfit?

Damn you, Bar!

[_mother_dearest]

Lyrae's eyes narrowed as she commented rather irritatedly. She was not going to be oggled by a man dressed in a box. This place was even more bizarre than normal tonight.

"Why are you looking at my chest?"

[slightlymonkish]

Monk blinks.

"Because you have text and a prism printed across it?"

[_mother_dearest]

An incredulous look from Lyrae as she sniped in return.

"...And that gives you license?"