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[no_sin_but]

Marlowe has claimed a table. This is fairly easy to see as there are books and papers and pens scattered in an order known only to him. He is also hard at work.

You can tell this because he has his hands linked behind his head and is staring at nothing.

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[literallyrotten]

Do you know what the solution to all life's problems is?

Alcohol, and sex.

Darren provides the alcohol, a glass of whiskey down on one of the bits of space between papers, and takes a seat opposite with his own drink.

[no_sin_but]

He gets a fond smile for the trouble.

"Thank you."

[literallyrotten]

"Very welcome." Darren sips his own drink, and leans back in his seat.

"How goes the play?"

[no_sin_but]

"I'm ignoring it in the hopes that when I look at it again, it'll make sense."

[cheevy]

Miniver slips in from the lake door with a leashed puppy at his heels. He isn't in for long, but he spots Marlowe and, after a moment's hesitation, decides he can stay long enough to say hello.

Besides, he has something for Marlowe. He collects it from Bar, and scoots over to Marlowe's table with a wrinkly puppy under one arm and a wrapped box in the other.

He looks a bit stressed under the faint smile.

"Merry Christmas, Marlowe," he murmurs by way of hello, setting the box on the table. The puppy cranes her head forward and sniffs towards Marlowe, tail wagging slightly.

[no_sin_but]

"Take a seat, Cheevy?" He asks, leaning forward to offer his hand to the dog. He'll look at the present in a moment.

[cheevy]

Miniver does, rather tiredly, setting Kate on the table. She approaches Marlowe with tail wagging and licks his hand. Quite a friendly little thing.

"How're you?" Miniver asks, hugging one knee to his chest. "This is Kate, by the way."

[no_sin_but]

Gently,

"And aren't you a pretty little thing, hmm? And I'm...distracted."