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[lvpd_sidle]

When the door opens to the bar, Sara is a little surprised.

It's been a couple of months.

She finds a seat in a booth and orders decaffeinated coffee from one of the waitrats.

[ooc: This is Sara's last post in the bar before her retirement. Come one, come all. Slowtimes accepted.]

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[guppy_sandhu]

"Finally got you converted to decaf huh?"

Same gentle smile and tired eyes. New faded bruise just under his hair. And looking very pleased to see her.

[lvpd_sidle]

"Hey, you." She gives him a hug, very glad to see him.

At least until she sees the remnants of the bruise. "What the hell happened to you?"

For the moment, she's blanked on the coffee remark.

[guppy_sandhu]

He hugs back, holding her close, not wanting to let her go.

"Nothing unusual, don't worry. Guy hit me over the head with a skateboard last week because I tried to stop him and his mate fighting in reception."

[lvpd_sidle]

".........you know, I'm starting to think you need to invest in body armor."

[works_in_space]

Not far away is a man in the uniform of Starfleet, circa 2286, with the insignia of a captain. He doesn't have decaf.

"Hello, Sara." He smiles at the woman, who he hasn't seen in some time.

[lvpd_sidle]

"Hi, Jim," she says with a bit of a smile. "Your uniform looks different."

[works_in_space]

"It has been a while, hasn't it?" He smiles back. "Things have...changed. I'm back in the good graces of Starfleet. Demoted to captain, as perhaps the strangest reward for a good job done. And back in a command."

[lvpd_sidle]

"Congratulations. Starfleet probably realized it'd be better for you to be working with your strengths rather than pushing paper." She's genuinely pleased for him.

Of course, she looks a bit different herself.

[gentleprince]

Slowtimishy, because it HAS to happen, Faramir slips over and into the booth beside her.

With a baby in his arms.

He smiles at her, eyes glinting.

[lvpd_sidle]

She sees the baby. She sees the look in his eyes, the smile on his face.

She grins and gives him a one-armed hug. "Congratulations seem to be in order."

The other arm is busy making finger puppets for the baby.

[gentleprince]

This baby, it has been noted previously, is going to be a force to be reckoned with. He grabs at her fingers, making quiet squeaking sounds at them. Conversational little lad, he is.

Faramir nods to Sara. "And to you. I am sorry I had to miss your wedding." He shifts the baby in his arms a little. "This is Elboron, whose mother is Eowyn of Rohan, and he shall be the second Prince of Ithilien." Faramir beams down into the infant's bright, intelligent face.

[lvpd_sidle]

"Hi there," Sara coos. Awww, baby. A baby that will grow up loved, cherished, and above all wanted. Both Sara and Faramir know how precious that is.

"He's absolutely beautiful--and no apologies are necessary. The door hasn't been letting me in here for a while either." She continues wagging her fingers for Elboron. "Mark and I are expecting our first." Sure, she's still a little freaked. But much of her apprehension is being replaced by joy, and that is clearly audible.