A bar on the mainland- Saturday evening

[notconflicted]

It had been months since Sia had been able to go out unescorted (even Jessica technically served in a professional capacity), and she only had to go to a whole other galaxy to do it. And the reason why she was here was pretty unexpected after all these months.

She found a table- not the bar since she didn't really want to deal with a bartender as a third party today- and sat down to wait. She wouldn't say she was nervous; maybe wary of how things would go? But if they'd gotten to this point they'd probably be fine.

And if not, she was already in a bar.


[For one!]

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[notconflicted]

"And what would happen if I didn't?" Of course she had to ask.

[suitably_heroic]

"You get very shocked people complaining about blasphemy and possibly accusing you of starting the War on Christmas," Atton said.

Beat.

"That's what I picked up from TV, anyway."

[notconflicted]

"I'm okay with that. I'll probably be accused of worse sometime, and Christmas never made much sense to me anyway," she said.