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[justasaleswoman]

Demons, like any other group with more than two members, have to contend with gossip. With rumors presented as news and opinions as fact. With stories that have been embellished and embroidered and left the way a meatsuit tends to get left -- in rather less pristine condition than it was found

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[theunsmiling]

There's a point at which the barstool two down from Verity is occupied by an angel.

Said angel is wearing a T-shirt that reads Sanity is back-ordered. Sarcasm is in unlimited supply.

She's got one elbow propped up on the bar, looking surprisingly comfortable. (Well, it would be surprising to some.)

"Fancy meeting you here. Creature."

[theunsmiling]

"I'll not forget."

And not on Verity's account, either.

[justasaleswoman]

"Aw, I'd be flattered.

"Except that I suspect there's not much you forget, darling."

Which makes Verity nothing all that special.

[theunsmiling]

"Such suspicion ill becomes you."

Michael finishes off her coffee, then props her chin up on her hands.

[justasaleswoman]

Verity's eyes open in genuine surprise.

"Oh?

"Are you so forgetful then?"

[theunsmiling]

"No. But I had thought you would do more than merely suspect."

She huffs out a breath, causing a few strands of hair to fall into her eyes.

"Conjecture is not often the way of thy kind."

[justasaleswoman]

Verity laughs.

"Oh, Michael.

"Even if I were foolish enough to think I could know about the ways of one such as you, surely you cannot think me so foolish as to tell you so."

. . . even if she kind of just did.

[theunsmiling]

"Inference is hardly beyond thy skills."

Michael is not laughing.

But she also fails to look resigned.

[justasaleswoman]

"Point."

Verity will concede that one.

[theunsmiling]

Michael merely inclines her head, hands spread palm-down in front of her.

She accepts Verity's concession.

[justasaleswoman]

After a moment, Verity nods towards Michael's empty mug.

"More coffee?"

[theunsmiling]

"Mmm. No thank you."

And after a further moment's reflection she makes a request of Bar.

"I'll have one of what she's having."

Bar is, as always, very obliging.

[justasaleswoman]

Verity's smile is both amused and a little incredulous.

Did some world or another just end while she wasn't looking?

It takes her a second too long to lift her own drink.

"Well, cheers, then."

[theunsmiling]

Michael merely raises one eyebrow before raising her own drink.

"As you will have it."

And then she swallows it down.

[justasaleswoman]

Yep.

Some world or other definitely just ended while Verity wasn't looking.

"In this matter, if no other?"

[theunsmiling]

"Mmm. Perhaps one other."

But that was another country, and besides, the wench is dead.

Or at least that is one way to put it.