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[whatisright]

[Justice hasn't even left a custom answering message. You get the default message and a loud BEEEEEP.]

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[whatisright]

You asked that I meet you here.

[His brow furrows slightly, because he knows that he doesn't understand everything about mortals, but he's pretty sure he's not quite that dense as to misinterpret something so simple.]

[wallofbriggs]

I... [She looks him over for a moment trying to place a when or where that could have remotely happened because he sounds like he means it. He also sounds familiar which gives her the connection.]

You're the wrong number. The guy who doesn't drink.

[whatisright]

Correct. And you are the woman who needs a drink.

[Oh right, humans don't just 'feel' things like spirits do. He forgets that sometimes.]

[wallofbriggs]

Most people in here do.

[She remembers that comment about not drinking. She's already placed an order that the bartender picks that moment to drop off.]

Bring us a water as well. [She nods over toward one of the far tables.] Let's take this elsewhere. [No talking where the locals can easily overhear.]

[whatisright]

As you wish.

[Justice stands to follow her to the table she gestured to.]

I take it that today has been difficult.