[rhymes with demon]

[porcupineliz]

Liz is standing at the bar, reading a brief note over and over.

Anyone wanting to talk to her may have to put in a little extra effort to get her attention.

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[leftistbeanpole]

It's easier to be vaguely next to them, rather than in the middle of them. Then he might say something he'd regret.

But --

Blonde curls. It was the first thing he noticed; it's the first thing he notices now.

Jordie slides off his stool and hurries over. Her silver bracelet is on his wrist. "Liz?" Low, worried.

[porcupineliz]

The paper's rustling in her hands, with a barely perceptible tremor.

She turns to look at him, eyes wide.

[leftistbeanpole]

That look --

"What happened?"

[porcupineliz]

"I."

Her hand closes on the note convulsively, crushing it.

(She feels like she's going to be sick.)

"I just talked with the demon."