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[hallelujahpilot]

One mercenary pilot in the bar.

She has a booth to lounge at, a glass of whiskey, and her sketchbook. (Okay, fine, she also has her handgun, because she just walked off the Hell's Gate base, but she wears it so often she feels odd without it).

Botherable.

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[numbered_doctor]

Here, Trudy, have a doctor.

Thirteen plunks herself down across the table from her friend with out much preamble, smiling brightly as she sets her own drink on the table top.

"Hey, Hobbes."

[hallelujahpilot]

She glances up, and grins.

"Well, howdy, stranger."

[numbered_doctor]

If at all possible, her smile grows just a touch more as she tucks herself up in her end of the booth.

"Howdy, indeed. How've you been?"

[hallelujahpilot]

"'bout the same. Scientists are idiots. You?"

[is_a_ghost]

Silas keeps glancing at that handgun while he's working at the box in front of him, carefully painting the lid in shades of white and gold and green, eventually forming an Easter lily on a cross. He waits for a long few moments, watching her out of the corner of his eye, before he speaks.

"What are you sketching?"

[hallelujahpilot]

"Dragons, mostly," she says, and then glances at the kid.

Huh, albino.

[is_a_ghost]

"Dragons?" he echoes, setting down his paintbrush. "What kind?"

Albino, indeed; in the bar, with its cacophony of colors, Silas looks like a spot someone forgot to color in.

[hallelujahpilot]

"Ones I'm making up. More European style than Chinese, though. Got the wings."{

[donthidemycigs]

"Funny. I didn't take you for a whiskey sort of woman."

Grace is standing at the corner of your booth, Trudy. Sipping from a glass of whiskey.

She doesn't take a seat, because that would be rude.

[hallelujahpilot]

"Should I ask what you did take me for?" Trudy asks after a moment, keeping her voice even.

Not cool, Milliways. Really not cool.

[donthidemycigs]

"Probably not."

Then again, she's not relying on Trudy to get back to base, so if she's going to ask...

"Does the look of joy on your face at seeing me here mean you'd like me to join you?"

[hallelujahpilot]

"You can join. You only have a certain amount of playing well with others in you, I'd hate to use it up just because it's my time off."

[one_man_army]

When he makes it downstairs today, he's at least showered this time.

Carl stops by the bar to get a drink and something to do, and with his glass of water and the piece of wood (a blank pine carving block) he also gets a note -- an arrow indicating which way to go to find his girlfriend.

"Mind company?" he asks, a moment later.

[hallelujahpilot]

"Mm, if I minded company, why would I be in a bar?" She smiles at him, expression lighting up her face.

[one_man_army]

"I know a few people who go to bars to be alone," he says, sliding onto the bench across from her as he places his glass and the block of wood onto the table.

"Of course, they're nothing like you, so the point isn't really the same there."

[hallelujahpilot]

"Ah. Yeah, no drownin' my sorrows here," she says, knocking her boot lightly against his.

[visible_sariel]

The girl - black, mid-twenties, curly hair, red uniform? that's probably a uniform, judging by the insignia - standing at the bar is not a dragon, sorry Trudy.

She might be an interesting sketch subject anyway, though. Maybe? The tea that's just appeared on Bar's surface could totally inspire drawings of fire-breathing beasts. Steam-breathing beasts. Uh.

Give her a second and she'll be heading for a seat. It might even be near Trudy's own.

[hallelujahpilot]

"You drink that, you're a braver woman than I," Trudy says at last, eyeing the sheer amount of steam rising from Sariel's cup.

[visible_sariel]

Sariel wasn't expecting that, clearly. The look up and around is surprised, though not overly so. Her gaze - not a dragon, not with a slightly guarded, slightly shy expression like that on her face - finds Trudy after a second. She looks... friendly, if reserved. Sariel, not Trudy.

"I might be risking burning myself, just now," Sariel agrees readily enough, waving away a little of that steam with the hand not holding the teacup. No, she's not drinking any, yet. There's brave and then there's foolish.

[hallelujahpilot]

"Just a little bit, yeah," she agrees, and smiles easily.