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[onblackwings]

[ wow, look, another post from a bar! someone check this dragon into rehab, seriously. But this time she's just sort of staring expressionlessly into a drink, and not looking particular drunk at all. ]

I can't reach Dick Grayson. I don't suppose anyone's been kidnapped lately? [ A flick of a glance at the screen, not very hopeful. ] If the Porter's idea of a gift is to bring people in from the distant past and uninteresting future of my world, at the expense of people I like, I'd rather she keep it to herself.

You people, the ones he actually liked— have any of you seen him?

[ A pause, while she sips at the drink and eyes the bar. ]

And the rest of you... what have you done to be remembered?

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and SUDDENLY ACTION

[onblackwings]

[ She looks a little more closely at the video, frowns, and glances around. A second later she stands, cuts the feed, and heads over to his seat across the room. ]

Are you too drunk to cross a room, or only too lazy?

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[hungover]

Does it really matter which is the truer of the two?

[He raises his drink to her in a toast.]

[onblackwings]

I suppose not. Both are equally pathetic.

[ And she... drops into the seat next to him, staring sullenly at nothing in particular. ]

[hungover]

More or less pathetic than a woman who becomes a dragon looking like she's been denied dessert?

[His smartassery doesn't really have a filter, unfortunately.]