The Fortress, Sarah's London, Saturday

[electrocynic]

It had been decided Sarah wasn't going to the picnic. By Sarah. Because she felt she got the best quality decisions when she made them all by herself. New kids could just as well meet her during office hours next week. She wasn't portaling back and forth for that. Or the free food, even.

So, she'd already been here for a while. They'd gotten back from the retreat – finally, thank Christ – late last night, and she'd slept in, done some shopping, then retreated to the only place in London that really mattered: the Fortress.

And now she was standing outside in the street, smoking as she waited.

[ooc: NFB, and for the boys!]

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[electrocynic]

And Don looked back at him for juuust long enough to get kicked in the shin underneath the table by Sarah. (You could tell what a pro she was at that by how she didn't even manage to catch Atton's shin by accident.)

"Hey!" he protested.

"Knock it off," she snapped.

"I don't think there's a landfill," Jenny hazarded, trying to move on from that little incident. "I think there's a skip behind one of the pubs nearby?"

[suitably_heroic]

"Fine, fine," Atton said, taking a sip of his drink. "He tries the stupid blowjob routine on either of you ladies again, we'll slip him a roofie and leave him in the skip."

He had no idea what a 'skip' was.

"Maybe Sparkle here can draw something on his face, while we're at it."

[myownface]

"Maybe before we throw him in the dumpster," Sparkle offered. "I have a sharpie. I can draw nasty hairy dicks all over his face until there's no room left, easy."

Say classy, Spark.

[electrocynic]

If nothing else, it made Sarah laugh. You know, like she was actually enjoying herself. What a weird thing.

She raised her glass. "I'll drink to that. Cheers."