The Fortress, Sarah's London, Wednesday

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Sarah? Still in London. Still at the Fortress. The biggest change was that last night she'd actually slept over at Jenny's, because Don was starting to get sick of her sharing his space. Oh, and she'd stopped a mugging yesterday, when she'd been out buying cigarettes. Nothing grandiose but she figured she'd at least get a mention in New Power Express for it.

Like she figured she should have probably been considering a trip back to Fandom, what with tomorrow being the final session of Wild Roving and all. But she was kind of dreading that.

So, right now she figured it was still time to sit in the same old booth with her friends, and finish this bottle of Green Lamp Ale. Which she was not drinking for any significant reason whatsoever, so kindly shut your gob before she shuts its for you.

[ooc: NFB, and for that Guy.]

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[electrocynic]

Devlin didn't really think so, either. But of course, he was kind of trying to knee Guy in the junk while attempting to wrestle him off himself, so he really had no room for any claims of being the better man here.

Meanwhile, Norse Dave was already stomping out from behind the bar to come break this up before they broke anything, so it was probably a good thing Sarah was taking pictures on her phone while she could, right?

"I feel like we should be throwing oil on them or something."

And saying things like that.