The man in the corner, in typical Libertonian clothes, drinkless, watched the numerous events of the bar silently, enjoying the fact that he wasn't being shot at or even noticed for once.
Harold Kane woke suddenly. His arm was half-numb from laying on Lavinia's shoulders overnight. His back was sore from sleeping while sitting down. He looked around the bar.
Lavinia blinked slowly, waking with a small yawn. The light in her eyes and ears had returned, glowing bright again as she smiled over at Kane. She looked up at him, with an adoring gaze. "Mmm...good morning..."
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Kane leaned over, his arm still on Lavinia. He gently kissed her cheek. "Good morning, sunshine," he said affectionately. He felt well-rested and ready to get out into the world again. But there was something he wanted to take care of first.
"So," he said. "Do you have plans today, or shall I take you home or out to breakfast somewhere?" he asked politely. He smiled.
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