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[tragic_mask]

Melpomene's at the bar with a tequila when she gets a note.

A few short minutes later, she's behind the bar. The board reads, in careful script:

Specials:
Tequila.
Let's trade stories: tell me a tale, and I'll give you one in return.

She stands back, finishes her tequila, and waits. So, come share a story or a drink with the muse of tragedy.

Comments

[redefinevictory]

It hasn't been the best day for Kait, not really. Gaerwanday. Day of the Infants, when all children under five are presented for inspection. Mild flaws and disorders lead to sterilization...anything worse, ends in death.

She hates Gaerwanday.

The girl stalks through the door, just keeping her anger in check, and heads straight for the bar.

"Tequila, please parata," she asks, managing to stay polite. The sharp way her fingers untie the sleeves of her jacket, though, betray the state of her mind.

[tragic_mask]

Melpomene looks her over, and understands (in spite of the fact that she's lost her powers here entirely).

Quietly, she pours the tequila, and slides it across the bar. "With lemon?"

[redefinevictory]

She nods, sliding a coin across in return.

"Please."

[tragic_mask]

Melpomene pops open the canister of lemon slices, hands one over.

"So what's your story?"

[knivesofawesome]

"Anychance I could get some Scotch?"

An Edgar is now standing at the bar and smiling to Melpomene.

[tragic_mask]

"I'd say a 100% chance. And since I'm in charge... "

She pours him a good measure and slides it across.

[knivesofawesome]

Edgar catches it with superspeedy ease and smiles,

"Thanks. I don't think we've met... Have we?"

OOC: Mea culpa for totally dropping the ball on this... ;.;

[tragic_mask]

She smiles, with normal speed, in return.

"Not that I recall."

[ooc: you are totally fine. It happens. :)]