((Haha, now it's my turn to come back to four pages of crazy stuff XD))
Myitt sits there brooding, drinking her beer, unaware of much that is going on around her.
Corliss sits next to her. "Yup," he sighs.
"Uh huh," Myitt replies.
<Wow, we're worse than Cliff and Norm,> says Tara snidely.
"I thought you hated Cheers," Myitt says aloud.
"Hmm?" Corliss says, looking at her.
"Tara thinks we're in a rerun."
"Oh. Yeah, the bloody Twilight Zone."
"Mmm...perhaps," says Myitt, finishing the beer. She swivels the bar seat around, squinting blearily at the people in the room. The army of drunks was still engaged in their drinking game. Ossy and Alic had gone outside, she wasn't about to investigate why, but it probably had to do with katanas. Yes, katanas...of course. Breek and Shal and Keirdan were accounted for.
"What are you doing?" Myitt calls over to Mar and Kara, quizzically. They were quite close together.
<Isn't it obvious, stupid? They've probably just been making googly eyes at each other. Making out, more like. Look at them! What is it Michael says? Snogging, I love that.>
They both almost simultaneously notice the blinking gauntlet on Mar's arm, just as it moves out of their line of sight.
"Does that seem normal to you?" Myitt whispers, a chill coming over her human body.
"Are you talking to yourselves again?" Corliss grumbles, turning briefly to follow their gaze, then turning back to the bar counter.
