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When Nikola takes a seat at the bar today, before he even has a chance to order, a small, chocolate cake pops up on the counter. It's decorated with lightning bolts and a blue 153.

"Wasn't I 153 the last time you did this?"

The only response is a glass of Atlantean.

"Yes, all right. No questions about time here."

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[immortal_now]

Amanda chuckles at Nikola's interaction with Bar...she can understand completely.

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Nikola glances over at the chuckle and nods, raising his glass to her.

[immortal_now]

Amanda slightly lifts her Electric Blue smoothie, "Good Evening"

Her close are modern, still wearing the leggings and red tank top bar had provided for her run but her accent and mannerisms might indicate a late 19th century origin, if he would notice such things. (she is from 1889-currently New York)

[ps_you_look_hot]

He would indeed notice such things. They recall some very fond memories.

"Good evening to yourself as well."

[mogget_cat]

"One hundred and fifty-three? You barely look a day over a century," greets the albino claiming the bar stool at Nikola's side.

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"You flatter me, mačkica, but as it's my birthday, I'll allow it."

[mogget_cat]

"If truth can now considered flattery, I suppose I will have to restrict myself to half-truths and lies from now on, just in case," Yrael grins, leaning over to kiss him.

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Nikola gladly returns the kiss. "Let the people of your world beware. I can only imagine the trouble you can cause with half-truths and lies."