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[stilljustandrew]

*There's an Andrew in the bar.*

*He's looking a lot more cheerful than he did last time he was here.*

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[balletrat]

Hey, Andrew -

*Meg's looking cheerful enough herself, as she passes by the table, and pauses, with only faint hesitation before doing so.*

[stilljustandrew]

*He looks up, and there's only a split second's pause before he smiles.*

Meg. Hey.

How, um, how've you been?

[balletrat]

Oh - oh, bien. I mean, not really different. Bien.

*This answer is illustrated with several vaguely expressive hand gestures, as if to make up for what it lacks in details and specificity. (It doesn't.)*

Et toi?

*She's still allowed to tutoyer him, right?*

[stilljustandrew]

I'm ... good. Mostly good.

*A pause, and he considers not saying it. And then says it.*

I, um. Was at Warren's wedding last week.

[berryberryraz]

There's a Raspberry in the bar, too. What a coincidence.

She's leaning against a nearby table (a particularly leanable one) and occasionally giving Andrew a weird glance.

Eventually she takes the few steps necessary to enter talking distance and says, "You look familiar. Do I know you or somethin'?"

[stilljustandrew]

What? Hi. Uh ...

*He blinks.*

I ... don't think so? I mean, I don't think we've met.

*And he's fairly sure he'd remember.*

[berryberryraz]

She snickers. "If you don't think we've met, we ain't met, trust me."

Then she tilts her head. "'S fuckin' weird, though. What's your name?"

[stilljustandrew]

Um, Andrew. Wells.

What's yours?

[twoeyesonthesky]

Good thing someone is. Quinn's nerves gave out on him about fifteen minutes ago. He's looking in Andrew's direction and dredging through a lot of adrenaline-fueled tension to try and remember the fellow's name.

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew catches his glance, and waves.*

Hi. Um ... Quinn, right? Something like that?

[twoeyesonthesky]

"Yeah," says Quinn. "That's me. I'm sorry, I know I should remember your name, but it's been a bloody long day-"

[stilljustandrew]

Andrew. And don't worry about it, it's been ages anyway ...

You were the guy who was collecting stories that time, right?