11; checking up on you. (private messages for Zev and Buffy, and spam for the pub.)

[hungryanhorny]

 [Private to Zev]

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.]

Comments

[can_has_vodka]

"Still getting used to the whole thing, love? It'll be all right, and I'll help if I can."

[hungryanhorny]

"Yeah? 'Cause..." She trailed off, shaking a defensive retort. "Come on; let's get her on the pads."

[can_has_vodka]

"All right then." Any hint of hostility just rolls off Arkady. She knows Faith is a bit prickly and that's all right; some of her clanmates are more than a bit. She grabs the bathroom key from behind the counter.

[hungryanhorny]

[She brought the puppy to the pads; because that was awkward.]