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[not_the_cavalry]

A woman walks through the door. She doesn't stop, and you'd have to be watching her to notice the brief hesitation in her stride.

Her shoulders relax and, while she glances at the message board, she continues to the Bar. She sits on a stool, glancing across the room.

She looks like any middle-aged businesswoman who just got off work, and is trying to figure out just how far she can push the definition of weekend. She casts a glance of mild impatience behind the bar, presumably for the absent bartender.

She's not a business woman, and it's not her day off. Her plane is halfway over the Pacific, and she's very lost.

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[katyafeline]

Katya's partner, once upon a time, only smiled if he was mind-blowingly drunk. She is a master-class artist at reading the taciturn.

"Never mind him, he's just grumpy that I'm not doing the laundry today." There's... blood of thing on just about everything they own, and she won the coin toss fair and square. No way is she going back there until he comes to fetch her.

[not_the_cavalry]

Melinda doesn't roll her eyes, but her eyebrows raise and fall swiftly.

"Well," she says, tone quietly amused. "It's that or go without clothes entirely."

[katyafeline]

"I'm pretty sure that would defeat the purpose of keeping a low profile." Katya snickers - of course, she would never threaten Skellig with that, she has so much less to lose from exposure than he does. Casually she hoists herself up onto the bar and sits, cross-legged.

"Vodka?"

[not_the_cavalry]

"Depends," Melinda turns in her seat, back to facing the bar. "Are you buying?"

[katyafeline]

"You heard the lady." Katya prompts the bar, and is rewarded with a bottle of decent vodka and two glasses. With an expect twist she dislodges the cap, and pours out two very healthy portions, setting the bottle between them and snagging her glass.