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[unfazeable]

[dot dot dot, vanish. ('when?')

dot dot dot, vanish. ('yes i'm excited.')

dot dot dot, vanish. ('what should i know about piano bars?')]

Sure. Sounds great. Glad I've met someone who knows their way around.

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[ Without hesitation, by contrast: ]

okay, yay! 🙂 tomorrow night work for you?

[unfazeable]

[does it? does it not? what is the standard reconnaissance time on a piano bar. ava cannot remember whether or not she's ever murdered someone in one, but if she did, it certainly wasn't located inside a billionaire's mc escheresque british mansion with its sundry vampires and seven sentient libraries.]

Yeah. Cool. What time?

[hopefully, somebody's in the piano bar tonight. a minimum sample of fifteen women with a pattern of dress recognizable to the uninitiated? it can't be that hard. if only lestat liked to play piano in a dive bar. or an urban battlefield.]

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[ For Amy's part, even beyond the more surface-level performance of gratitude (genuine gratitude, to be fair), it's— nice. Normal, in comparison to most of what she's experienced in the past week or so. (Even a dive bar would suffice, though a battlefield — not so much.) ]

let's say eight? lestat saves a table for me, so we don't have to worry about getting there early.

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8 works for me. Looking forward to meeting your vampire. And you, outside of the shit.

[even if an urban battlefield would be a lot more straightforward. hopefully some things are transferable. like courage, research skills, a mild weakness for apparently sincere blond women who happen to be nearby at a time of disaster.]