The bar was smoky, as usual, and poorly lit, predictably, and seedier than a nursery convention. The singer was good, which was unfortunate as the patrons weren't the types to appreciate music. Valini had lost her jacket to look more appealing and was trying to not pass out from the breath of her current conversational partner. Too bad, he's was slightly on the right track.
She looked up to where Lena was sitting and tugged on her ear, signalling she was getting a nowhere. Hopefully Lena'd was doing better.
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