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[slayer_fray]

Mel's rubbing her neck when she comes into the bar, hair messed up and gun still un-holstered from a fight outside

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[hatchingviper]

Deitmar does not look at all like someone who was clobbered with a flowerpot in recent history.

Okay, when he sits down at the bar and asks for lunch, there's bald patches on his wrists. But that's the most obvious evidence he ran into interesting events. "Hello again."

[slayer_fray]

"Hey," Mel says, looking up as she slots her new cartridge into her gun. "how's it going?"

[hatchingviper]

"More interesting than usual. It looks like you're finding things a little rugged yourself."

[slayer_fray]

Mel shrugs. "Not really. Just got jumped on the way outta a grab. Nothing unusual."

[weeper_of_blood]

Le Chiffre has been spending a lot more time down at Bar since he met a certain individual. The fact that Wesker successfully escaped has just made his personal stalker all the more determined to try again sometime. He doesn't give up easily.

For now he's taking a break, sitting in a booth with a glass of water and wearing a frown. It's just a natural facial expression.

[slayer_fray]

Hey check it out, Mel's found a guy that matches the physical description given for the stalker.

"You Le Chiffre?"

She's standing at the mouth of the booth now, looking... well, like a skinny twenty year old with a bad dye job and a rutting great axe on her back.

[weeper_of_blood]

There's a pause given to stare at her, a glance to the other side to see if someone else by that name would be sitting near him, and then an eyebrow raise to her.

He hopes people are spreading the love of his good nature to other people. ".. Depends what you're after."

[slayer_fray]

Her hand drops, past the pocket with the antedote in it, to tap against the Security badge on her holster.

She's taking that as a yes.

"Wanted to talk to you about kidnapping."

[queenofmay]

"You have the look of a rough day," Marian offered with a considerate grin, as she walked up to the bar.

Tapping the wood softly with a finger, she said aside, "Tea and Biscuit. Your flavor choice today."

[slayer_fray]

"No, this is how I always look."

Mel glances up, then smiles a beat later, twirling her gun and holstering it.

"Course, I generally have rough days."

[queenofmay]

The smiles seconds later, but it's noted for being there, but Marian lets her hands busy with the matching tea pot, cup and plate that appear.

"Troubles home or here?"

Beat. Then she looks up.

"If it's not intruding."

Because she won't where it's unwarranted.

[slayer_fray]

"Well, both." Mel shrugs. "I'm Security here, a thief at home. Keeps me busy."

[ggollymissmolly]

There's a girl about Mel's age sitting at a barstool nearby. Possibly a familiar girl. She's just a bit skinnier than she should be, and she still has a black eye.

She's also still in uniform, albeit clean (Yay for the Loompas), blaster holstered at her waist but no gauntlets or visor, today. And, rather like the girl she used to be, Bound.

Molly's looking at Mel, a little covertly, and frowning. She remembers her, she does, but the name escapes her.

[slayer_fray]

Mel slowly looks over her shoulder when she realises she's being watched.

Then there's a few seconds while she figures out what's up.

"You used to be younger," she observes.

[ggollymissmolly]

Molly smiles, a little. "Didn't everyone?"

Beat.

"Hey, Mel. It's been a while."

For her, at least.

[slayer_fray]

Blink.

"Molly!"

See, she gets it eventually.

"Hey, how'sit going at home?"

[ahogarse]

"Psst,"

Someone from the shadows (or maybe someone who is the shadows) stopping by, some time after Le Chiffre has left.

For all that Le Chiffre takes care of Santi, Santi also spends a good deal of time watching Le Chiffre. The man always seems to be in some kind of magical trouble.

And Santi wants to say thank you to Mel.

[slayer_fray]

Mel glances up, sees him, and her heart breaks. That's just who Mel is. One day she might become jaded to dead, sick and hurt kids. But it's not yet.

"Hey," she says, with a smile.

[ahogarse]

"Thank."

A small smile, and he's doing his level best to stay out of sight because people scream.

"Am Le Chiffre adopt and thank."

[slayer_fray]

Mel blinks slowly, then her smile fades slightly.

"He kinda hurt someone," she points out gently. She only let him go for this kid.