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[royalty_dahling]

Christmas is a big holiday for Dahlia, so she didn't even think about slipping off to the Bar when it came by, at home. She's here today, however, sitting at a booth near the door and drinking from a big glass of eggnog

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[badboybutterman]

Off-duty cop on the premises!

Danny doffs his sergeant's cap and tucks it under his arm as he orders a pasty and a packet of ketchup from the Bar. Tearing the packet open, he squirts its contents over the warm meat pie before taking a hearty bite out of it. Mmmmmmm...meaty.

[royalty_dahling]

Dahlia, for her part, is glancing over the edge of her paper, reaching for her glass of eggnog, when she notices the cop somewhat across the room.

She goes tense on instinct, scooting back in her booth a little. No one had mentioned that there were police around here!

[badboybutterman]

Danny is heading for a nearby table when he catches sight of the pair of eyes glancing over the newspaper, the eyes belonging to the woman who's now shrinking back into the booth she's in. This constitutes as odd behavior in Danny's book (yay for being observant!) so he looks around, this way and that, wondering if there are any suspicious characters about. Seeing none, he shrugs and addresses the woman:

"Hullo, ma'am. Hiding from someone?"

[royalty_dahling]

Intellectually, Dahlia is well-aware that she hasn't done anything illegal in Milliways and that, as such, there's no reason for a cop hereabouts to give her any trouble.

Of course, intellectually, she also knows that this hasn't stopped a lot of other cops many times before. So she glances up at Danny, putting on her best "innocent and witless" expression.

"Oh, no, sir, officer. I was just getting comfortable."