Sallie, back in the bar.

[realmrsreynolds]

Sallie is stuck.

Rutting stuck in a gorram arm cast for four to six gorram weeksAnd she has to go back to Milliways. Home was easy enough, though the gentler way her employees treated her pissed her off to no end. Skouris' expression her first day home never changed, and when Sallie thanks him for it she calls him Peter

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[themidnightson]

"Evening." Simple, smooth and designed not to surprise.

Even if sudden!not-customer is still quite sudden,
at least his demeanor is calm and his focus specific?

[themidnightson]

"Will," he corrects.

A little more petulantly than is called for.

It suits his apparently age, even if there is a seriousness there, too.

[realmrsreynolds]

"Is that your medical opinion?"

[themidnightson]

"Personal one."

Beat. "I'd need to remove the cast for a professional one."

[realmrsreynolds]

Sallie snorts.

"Come find me in a week? I'm sure I'll be goin' crazy by then with it."

[themidnightson]

Edward chuckled.

[realmrsreynolds]

Sallie finds an appropriate dishrag she was having trouble using to throw at the boy. Man. Vampire. Person.

[themidnightson]

Edward flicked a hand, faster than normal sight, sending it ricocheting in midair back toward the counter behind her.

[realmrsreynolds]

"You take all the fun out of my life."

[themidnightson]

A tug from the edge of his mouth. "Hardly."

But if he won't let Carlisle or Alice toss things at his head...

[realmrsreynolds]

But the dishrag wouldn't even have hurt him!

Sallie still frumps.

"You going to tell me a story now or are you going to buy me tea?"

[themidnightson]

Neither did it when Carlisle hit him, if they were being specific.

There's far more a principle in play at it.

"I could."

[realmrsreynolds]

"To which?"

I like both, by the way.

[themidnightson]

"Preferable brand?"

[realmrsreynolds]

"I don't have brands at home, just kinds. Mmmm, black oolong's just fine by me."

It's a plain white tea set that appears, with sugar off to one side and an unasked-for plate of cookies from Bar.

She feels badly about it all too.

"So what's the story?"

[themidnightson]

He reached out and, with one finger, pushed the cup close to her side.

"You think you get both?"