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[a_lioness]

*Alanna is sitting alone, staring fixedly at the bar. Every now and then, an odd smile drifts across her face. A half empty bottle of wine sits on the table before her, yet she looks perfectly sober. In fact, she wears the annoyed expression of someone who wants to get seriously soused but can't quite bring herself to do so.*

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[empath_wiggin]

From behind her, a thin hand appears on her shoulder, along with Val. "Alanna, you look worse than I do, and that's saying something. What's wrong?"

[a_lioness]

*Alanna slowly drags her eyes away from the bar and smiles blankly at Val.*

I'm fine, Val. Perfectly fine. I can not say the same for you. *She pats Val's hand* You should be in bed, lass. Did Peter get you a tent?

[empath_wiggin]

"Alanna, you're fine in the way Peter says he's fine when he's brooding over something." She sits down beside Alanna. "I'm fine. Peter got me a tent, and it's out back. I'm more worried about you right now. Tell me what's going on."

[a_lioness]

*Highly amused by this, Alanna throws her head back and laughs.* You're fine, he's fine and I'm fine. We're all fine. Trouble is, I don't believe any of us. *She giggles somewhat madly. The sound cuts off and she wrinkles her nose. Perhaps the wine is affecting her more than she thought.* Nothing new to report I'm afraid. I'm worried about Thom. It's what I do. Same old angst, different day. *Frowning, she pokes at the wine bottle.* Except this one is slightly more fuzzy.

Really? I want to hear all about it. *She grins* Does the size suit you?

[a_lioness]

*Alanna quirks an eyebrow and grabs the bottle, peering inside. She surreptitiously looks around the immediate vicinity from under lowered lashes. Not noticing anyone looking her way, she smirks and sets the bottle back on the table. Folding her arms across her chest, she leans back in her chair and concentrates. The bottle begins to spin, slowly at first, then with increased speed until it rises off the table and floats in midair. The air surrounding the bottle is tinged purple.*

Stop spinning and I will.

[a_lioness]

*Alanna eyes the distinctive hand on her shoulder and grins. Striking a tragic pose worthy of the silver screen - if she knew what that was - she imbues her voice with as much distress as she can muster.*

Yes, brave sir! Trouble of the very worst sort. The worthless curr absconded with my wine! Alas, alack. Woe is me.

[toddbaby]

Todd wanders with amazing casualness over to Alanna. You'd think he hangs out with her all the time.

"Hey, Alanna." He grins his widest, but for once doesn't beat around the bush. "You're on security, right?"

[a_lioness]

*Startled, Alanna looks up. Her mouth gapes open slightly as she sees Todd.* Good evening, Todd. I am indeed. Is something wrong? *She cranes her neck around, looking for some sign of trouble. Not seeing anything out of the ordinary - for Milliways, that is - she returns her gaze to Todd and quirks an eyebrow.

[toddbaby]

Todd slides into the stool next to Alanna, still smiling. "No, everything's super. I was just wondering something." He turns his head slowly and stares her in the eye, his own solemn.

"Have you seen Thom?"

[a_lioness]

*Alanna gives him a considering look and answers honestly. Although she keeps her face carefully expressionless, there's a touch of sadness in her voice.* Unfortunately, I have not. Why?