[when she makes it, she'll find opal sitting at the bar inside the specified restaurant, sipping at something fairly large. She waves, clumsy and tipsy.]
What are you talking about? I thought you came so we could party! Come on, sit down. How often do you get to go to a... a alien bar? So cool, Nightingale.
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Hey, Nightingale!
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Hey. Sorry, I came as fast as I could. Are you- How much have you had to drink?
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[she waves a hand, the enthusiasm with which she does so making it a much larger gesture than it would be normally]
I'm fiiiine. S'not like I'm paying. God, I love being a girl, flirting gets you sooo far.
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[meanwhile, she's just going to try very hard to squash the feelings of jealousy, because seriously, nightingale, what the fuck is wrong with you.]
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Hey, hey, Nightingale.
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What is it?
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[hands her the drink a little clumsily; some splashes over the edge of the glass]
Shit. Uh - you have to try this, though. It's so good.
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a glass of water.]
Here. Drink this.
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