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[slayer_fray]

Mel had left a beer at her table when she departed for a quick mission in the past. The waitrats thoughtfully left it for her, so she returns to it as soon as her giggles subside

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[jonathanparagon]

Lo and behold, there is a fresh beer.

"Hey, Mel."

[slayer_fray]

"Hey, Jonny."

Without even a 'thanks', Mel's drinking that beer instead.

"How'd it all work out?"

[jonathanparagon]

He's okay with no thanks. The greeting's all good.

"We got the Scythe. But Kennedy's dead."

[slayer_fray]

"Which one?" Mel says before her brain catches up with her mouth.

"Oh. One of the Slayers?"

[e_delmar]

Ennis doesn't have beer (not that it's too early for that, but that he's still workin' off the previous night's drinks), but he does have something of an out of place look on his face. And a hand in his pocket, fiddling with something.

But mostly he's just standing there, watching her.

[slayer_fray]

Hey, watching's fine.

Uh, until it gets irritating and Mel kicks the chair next to her hard enough to send it skidding along the floor towards him.

Better catch it 'fore it falls.

[e_delmar]

Shit.

But even hungover, Ennis' reflexes were always good (better'n Jack's, anyways), and he manages to catch it quick, putting it back in its place with a half-hearted "sorry" under his breath.

[slayer_fray]

"Sit," Mel says.

"You're looming. Don't like being loomed."