It is better, she has to admit. The man has an obsession with layers, apparently, but she can't talk. At any rate, she drags him off to the snappily-titled bar and gets them in with the use of psychic paper. (It's amazing how fast she manages to find herself a banana daiquiri, especially considering that they aren't, technically, served here.) "What'll you have, Jamie?"
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Date: 2007-07-11 07:04 pm (UTC)At any rate, she drags him off to the snappily-titled bar and gets them in with the use of psychic paper. (It's amazing how fast she manages to find herself a banana daiquiri, especially considering that they aren't, technically, served here.) "What'll you have, Jamie?"