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J.C. is on duty, his badge visible on his coat. Rather than sitting at the end of the Bar today, which he usually does, he's sitting up in the rafters, smoking a cigarette.

He'd be happy to come down if you want to talk to him. Or he can bring you up, whichever.

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Teja looks up at the man. That badge means security, he knows by now. Apparently, there were male guards here, after all.

"Greetings," Teja says.

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J.C. looks down at Teja, his smoking cigarette held between two fingers. "Hey," he says. "I've seen you around, but I don't think we've ever met before."

[ostro_goth]

"No, we have not," Teja says. "This badge means you are with security, does it not?"

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"Yeah," J.C. says. The drift of the conversation makes him come to a logical, if erroneous, conclusion. "Somebody giving you trouble?"

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[Don't mind at all! I hope to hear from you soon.]

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When J.C. looks down at Ana, he doesn't smile, exactly, but his expression softens into something reflective of a good mood. "Hey," he says. "Ever been up on the rafters before?"