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[song_tra_bong]

It's getting damn close to midnight and Mary Anne is buzzed in a combination of excitement and alcohol.

Speaking of alcohol, there's plenty of wine left in the bottle at the table where she's sitting (or more acurately, sitting on). Company is very much encouraged.

[ooc: To all my lovely threaders--I must plead slowtime before I fall over

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[makes_it_rain]

She's being eyed with a sort of amused curiousity by a man sitting at the bar. "Is that comfortable?" he asks, head tilting slightly to one side as though to better inspect her position.

[song_tra_bong]

She grins.

"It is, actually. Of course, the wine's probably helping. Care for some?"

She does have a spare glass or two.

[makes_it_rain]

"Sure you have enough?" Maes asks with a teasing lift of his eyebrows. The cards spin into one hand, and he secrets them away into one of his pockets as he rises to make his way over. "What's the occasion?"

[song_tra_bong]

"I have plenty," she says, pouring him a drink.

"And it's New Year's Eve, a time of drinking and general merry-making."

[3rdtimelucky]

"Happy...

....mmmmmm."

".... oh yeah. That's what ahm talkin' 'bout."

"I really shouldn't do the negress thing, should I?"

Yeah. Goldy's drunk.

[song_tra_bong]

Great! So is Mary Anne!

She wrinkles her nose.

"Nope. Though you definitely get points in all other areas. Happy New Year, gorgeous."

[3rdtimelucky]

Goldy comes up for air, from wherever her lips were currently occupied.

"Licky boom boom down?"

"I mean... HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

No smile can be that sunny. It's just not possible. There are external forces at play here.

[song_tra_bong]

She giggles.

"I'm not even going to try and guess what that first one was supposed to mean. But yeah, Happy New Year. So pull up a seat. Or a corner of the table. Or whatever."

[no_war_here]

He walked in the door and stopped in his tracks. Now he's convinced his feet to move and crosses the room to her table.

What do you say to the girl who left you for a war?

"Hey."

[song_tra_bong]

It's like having a bucket of cold water thrown on her. She very nearly drops her glass.

"Hi."

[no_war_here]

It looks like her, sounds like her, God does he want it to be her but there's also a bar in the storage room and he needs to be sure that she--

He needs to be sure.

"It is you, isn't it? I mean, you are Mary Anne...right?"

[song_tra_bong]

She nods.

"Yeah, it's me. I mean, I'm Mary Anne. There's a girl here who looks a lot like me, named Alice, but I'm...I'm me."

She sighs raggedly and runs a hand through her hair.

"Hi, Mark."