week 4, wednesday afternoon

[cherrypuncher]

[Aside from secret Thursday meetings, most of Yuna's involvement with the saloon since Cal and Squee personally wrecked my ass has been walking past it and staring uncomfortably at the door, but she is maybe sorta kinda looking for someone—all the recent loss of body parts has Yuna thinking about something—and this seems like the place to find her.

Surprise, surprise: there's Sara when Yuna walks in.]

Hi, Miss Valestine! [wave wave!!!] Can I sit with you?

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[alcobrawlic]

... You do know I'm not just the lady who gives underage kids alcohol, right?

[ She probably has (some) standards!!

Not to mention this is Yuna, so it's even weirder. ]

[cherrypuncher]

[P...PAUSE......]

I...just wanted to say hi...

[SHE LOOKS SO HURT]

[alcobrawlic]

[ ... shit ]

I mean, that was my next guess! You know, just covering the bases!

[cherrypuncher]

But that was your first...

[WHAT DID SHE DO TO EARN THIS REPUTATION AAAAA]

...Is it okay if I sit here, though?

[please...please she just wants some orange juice and conversation......]

[alcobrawlic]

Yeah, that's fine.

[ come hang with her, mini-more-responsible-me. ]

[cherrypuncher]

[hangouts yay!!! All is forgiven, and Yuna skips over to sit on the stool next to Sara.]

How are you doing today, Miss Valestine? Have you been busy?

[alcobrawlic]

Surprisiiiiingly... no, actually. It's been pretty quiet today.

[cherrypuncher]

That's good! Sooo... [She swings her feet under her chair a little, glancing upwards and away.] ...if I wanted to talk to you about something, you wouldn't be busy?

[alcobrawlic]

Nope! As an instructor, I'm fine listening to all of your sordid secrets.

[ What... sordid secrets... ]

[cherrypuncher]

It's nothing like that! I only have the regular kinds of secrets!

[god, yuna]

[alcobrawlic]

[ ... snrk. ]

Regular, liiiiike...?

[cherrypuncher]

Like...

[actually. this isn't even anywhere in the general realm of regular, is it. god. how is she going to explain this]

I was thinking about something Mister Sheriff said...something you said to Mister Sheriff, I mean, and...

[man this sure is a public place isn't it]

...Actually, can we talk somewhere else?

[alcobrawlic]

Hmm... wanna go upstairs? One of the rooms should work.

[cherrypuncher]

Yeah, that's okay!

[but on their way up there, she adds:]

...By the way, what's your favorite color?

[yuna, please.]

[alcobrawlic]

[ there's a thoughtful hum, before she opens the door and shoos her in. ]

Purple.

[ For reasons. ]