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[Private to Zev]
You holding up alright?
You holding up alright?
[Private to Buffy] You need another spar, B?
[Spam for the pub]
[Faith's decided she needs a break from her cabin, and it's bouncing puppy; so she's got him leashed up behind the bar, while she works on drinks; ignore the occasional yips, would you? Puppies are hard to keep quiet.]
[Private]
Date: 2012-07-26 05:03 am (UTC)From:[Private]
Date: 2012-07-26 05:09 am (UTC)From:Hey - you drink?
[Private]
Date: 2012-07-26 05:16 am (UTC)From:Re: [Private]
Date: 2012-07-26 05:19 am (UTC)From:Come on; I'll pour you something at the pub.
[Private]
Date: 2012-07-26 06:45 am (UTC)From:[Spam?]
Date: 2012-07-26 06:49 am (UTC)From:She's working on some new drinks when the girl gets there, though - all those alien alcohols? She's got nothing to do but mix them up.]
[Spam?]
Date: 2012-07-26 09:44 pm (UTC)From:[Spam?]
Date: 2012-07-26 10:58 pm (UTC)From:[Spam?]
Date: 2012-07-27 12:09 am (UTC)From:[Spam?]
Date: 2012-07-27 01:54 am (UTC)From:For now, she's pouring her specialty - ramulan ale cut with coke, and mixed with lemon and ice cream. Guaranteed to sneak up on just about anyone, before knocking them on their ass.]