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?

Comments

[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. ]