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[i_spoiled_it]

Steph has never been one to take well to boredom. The bottles along the top shelf behind the bar are looking more and more appealing every day

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[onewhoisall]

Even Cass is finding it creepy. And that's saying a lot.

She's not sure what makes her stop into the bar this late at night. Possibly because patrolling the same street night after night has made her bored and edgy.

"Hey."

[i_spoiled_it]

"Hey, B.G." Steph brightens to see her friend, grinning over at her. "What's crackin'?"

[onewhoisall]

"Nothing," Cass said hopping up on the bar. "On top of nothing. What's new with you?"

[i_spoiled_it]

"Nothing," Steph says, stretching one leg out to kick idly at Cass's feet. "With a side of nothing, extra sprinklings of nothing on the top, a nothing salad, oh, and a nothing cocktail. With a nothing on a stick."

She thinks about that for a moment.

"...that just took the metaphor way too far, didn't it?"

[lilmsmiraclegro]

Claire can't sleep. It happens sometimes, and once you've woken up in that room, there's no way you're getting back to sleep, thanks to Shenzi's very unique snores.

So she got up, pulled on pants and a shirt, and went walking. It's easy to wander on your own without fear if you can't actually get hurt. But she's drawn to the light in the bar, and peers in.

"Sokka?"

[i_spoiled_it]

"Just me," Steph says, looking up from the dusty cocktail book she's found under the bench. "... why would Sokka be here?"

[lilmsmiraclegro]

"It's the bar," Claire says. She shrugs, comes all the way in, and hops onto a barstool near Steph. "It's got beer in it."

[i_spoiled_it]

"It's terrible beer," Steph says, with a grimace of distaste and a friendly grin for Claire.

Combining the two is a talent.

"But I think that about most beer. I'm not really a fan, I gotta say."

[notanoptimist]

After midnight tends to mean that everyone's asleep. There's not much to do after it gets dark and with most people living on the roofs as of late, with no electric lights to depend on outside, there's not too much to do but sleep until the sun comes up again.

If anyone had a reason to sneak into the bar, whatever nefarious, evil person that would be, midnight or sometime after would be an excellent time to do it.

But that, of course, has nothing to do with why Sokka is opening the door to the bar that opens from the alleyway with a wooden box in his hands, the contents clinking as he gets through the door and turns.

Once he catches sight of Steph, for no particular reason, he nearly drops the box in surprise before getting a handle on it again. "Oh-- hey, Steph. What're you doing h-- up?"

[i_spoiled_it]

Steph doesn't seem to think there's anything particularly untoward about Sokka being up and about after midnight. After all, she and Robin nearly always are, so why shouldn't everyone else be?

"Hey, Socks. I dunno, just bored. What about you?" She grins over at him, dropping the old newspaper she's been flicking through.

[notanoptimist]

"Same," he says, smirking a little at the nickname again. He comes up beside her to drop the box on the bar and shrug. "Maybe more bored. I'm down to looking in the bar for inspiration of stuff to do or build or take apart or something."

[i_spoiled_it]

"You cannot possibly be more bored than I am," Steph tells him, leaning over to poke at the box curiously. "At this point I'd almost like those things to attack again, just for a break in the monotony."