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[mrs_maglor]

*busies herself around the club while it's quiet, tidying up and taking stock of booze, costumes and the like*

*chews thoughtfully on a cigar as she marks notes down what's needed for the next stock order*

Comments

[daemion_huine]

*snores somewhere*

[daemion_huine]

You're a good kid

That's my problem. Too good. :S

[mrs_maglor]

:S

Stuck in the middle, eh?

[daemion_huine]

I guess. Neither one nor the other. :(

[mrs_maglor]

*sits down next to you and offers you a cigarette*

I can sort of relate... but to a lesser extent. I just had a very disappointed father when he found out about my choice of career. But that was aeons ago, literally.

[daemion_huine]

It's more like feeling that you don't fit in anywhere.

[mrs_maglor]

Well. At least you've got good friends. It might not be the same as family, but it's the next best thing.

[daemion_huine]

Oh yeah. Friends whose mothers would shoot me without even thinking twice. :S

I love my Ada. I don't want to disappoint him.

[mrs_maglor]

... Caranthire wanted to shoot you? :S

[daemion_huine]

She threatened to, because of Steve's baby.

[mrs_maglor]

Oh. Well. Don't take it too personally. That's just Caranthire for you.

[daemion_huine]

Yeah, she probably wouldn't need too much encouragement to shoot most of the city.

[mrs_maglor]

*smirks*

That's probably far too true.

[mornaquilde]

*drops by to see how you're doing*

Hey.

[daemion_huine]

*grins* I've gotten permission from the boss to squat here for a bit.

[mornaquilde]

Excellent! Free tits!!! ;)