[It's about as noncommittal as a sound of agreement can be; perhaps Artemis, looking deep in rumination in the chair Dee pulled out for her, is thinking of another certain someone who is equally unsuited for the service industry. Or maybe she's just thirsty and wants the waitress back so she can order a drink on Dee's dime. Who's to say?]
You seem awfully well-connected. [Or at least well-known enough to have a reputation for the ol' dine-and-dash. Artemis arches a brow.] Where the hell are we, anyway? Jersey? I was off my tits last night.
[Then she winks, a wordless way of saying what else is new? Far, far rarer are her sober evenings.]
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[It's about as noncommittal as a sound of agreement can be; perhaps Artemis, looking deep in rumination in the chair Dee pulled out for her, is thinking of another certain someone who is equally unsuited for the service industry. Or maybe she's just thirsty and wants the waitress back so she can order a drink on Dee's dime. Who's to say?]
You seem awfully well-connected. [Or at least well-known enough to have a reputation for the ol' dine-and-dash. Artemis arches a brow.] Where the hell are we, anyway? Jersey? I was off my tits last night.
[Then she winks, a wordless way of saying what else is new? Far, far rarer are her sober evenings.]