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[sunnydalealum]

Just keep an eye on that card every now and then, he said. You'll know where to go when the time's right.

Beth's entirely aware that probably means it's magic. Which means there's any number of other things it could be doing. Which means she seriously considers not taking it home with her, in case it could be used to track her -- but the only other place she could keep it is at the shelter, and she won't do that. It'd endanger everybody else there, the ones who come in for food, the ones who work there, Peter --

She won't, that's all.

So she sticks it to the fridge with the same magnet Spike left for her back in May, and that's where it is the Monday after Thanksgiving, when she sees that it's changed. There's an address there now, in that same elegant typeface, like it's been there all along.

Aequitas. She's looked it up. Latin for justice.




It's with a certain sense of fatalism that she steps off the bus a block from the address on the card, five days later, and walks toward the building.

(It's also with the same black wig she wore that night, as a sole concession to paranoia.)

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[sunnydalealum]

"Kinda." Even though it isn't that at all.

"But this is okay," she adds hastily, indicating the table where they're sitting now.

[nomorekaraoke]

In Lorne's book, 'kinda' is good enough. It's been a long time since he's actually read read someone, and he isn't about to start anytime soon. What he does these days isn't reading, it's screening, and that's worlds apart.

'Kinda' is by far good enough.

"Good. So...time for me to be the validation hussy I am. How do you dig the digs so far?"

[sunnydalealum]

"This place, you mean?"

Her smile's back, and it's only partly for his benefit.

"It's ... kind of awesome."

[nomorekaraoke]

"Of course I mean this place. If I'd meant my outfit, I'd say duds, not digs. Me, I don't see why you have to stop using certain kinds of slang just because you find new ones. Where's the fun in just replacing words when you can use them all indiscriminately?"

Yes, he's so tangential tonight, isn't he. Words, like music...few other concepts amuse and intrigue him as much. Stating the obvious, much?

"Thank you, sweetheart. I'm glad you like it." He is. So happy he's brimming with it. "Do you know what aequitas means?"

[sunnydalealum]

"Justice," she says at once. "Or, or equality. It's Latin."

She hasn't really thought about the name since first stepping in. For the first time, it occurs to her to wonder why it's called that.

[nomorekaraoke]

He nods, remembering for the first time in a good long while the first time he met someone else entirely. This little slip of conversation reminds him of another, very similar exchange.

"Smart and cute..."

But that's in the past, and in the past is where it should stay, or he's certain it'll drag him right along with it. Wouldn't be the first time someone gets lost in the past.

He lifts his head, catching the eye of one of the waiters. They need refills.

[sunnydalealum]

She ducks her head at the compliment.

"I looked it up," she admits, half-apologetically.

[nomorekaraoke]

The waiter comes over to take their drink orders with a smile - devastatingly handsome this one, like all of them - and is on his way within moments.

Lorne shakes his head and raises his hand to wag not one, not two, but his entire set of fingers at her. "Don't sell yourself short. You looked it up, and that's more than most would've bothered with. All right?"

Getting out his trusty pack of Camel brand cigs, he lights up and takes a deep drag. If he can't have a drink right away, nicotine makes for the best substitute in the world.

"What do you think it means, in this here context? Aequitas."

[sunnydalealum]

Uncertainty spreads across her face again. "...I don't know. Equality? In the sense of everybody here being treated the same?"

[nomorekaraoke]

"Equality. Everyone here is treated the same because we are all the same. We're all sentient beings with lifelong experiences of the good, the bad and the downright unmentionable. We've all known success and hardship, frustration, anger, pain... Happiness and friendship and so on. Most of us are made of organic material of different kinds. Maybe we have different ranks outside, but in here?"

He spreads his hands, his small gesture symbolizing the vast expanse of the club, the very essence of it. "In here, anyone can speak to royalty. Humans can mingle with myths, lords dance with commoners, and if you should say the wrong thing, the very spirit of Aequitas forbids holding grudges.

"Justice, because justice is served here without discrimination. You break the rules, you have no place here. Minor transgressions are met with minor penalties, but if you done a really bad thing? You're out."

[sunnydalealum]

It sounds ... well, let's not mince words: it sounds like heaven. Somewhere this thing she is doesn't matter. Somewhere she won't be attacked, or expected to attack anyone else. Somewhere we're all just people; and she believes him when he says it.

She chews her lip. "What," she starts, a touch unsteadily, "what kind of really bad thing?"

[nomorekaraoke]

"Harassment, abuse, telling outsiders about the club. Ripping people off. My guests are to be treated like celebrities and royalty, the lot of you, but with that privilege comes responsibilities."

He smiles, taking in the look on her face, because he knows how good it sounds. He knows how good it is, and he'll take pride any day in building this little enterprise of his from the scratch. Honestly, it's only these past few months that he's starting to see genuine results of his efforts. It's unbelievably gratifying.

"Like respecting the other guests, and the employees. Like following the rules, including not drinking the blood of other patrons, no fighting, no mind controlling, no telepathy. Respect, if not common sense. Is there even such a thing?"

[sunnydalealum]

"As common sense? I dunno."

The waiter's returning, with two glasses on a tray. He smiles as he sets the glasses down, one in front of each of them, and slips away again.

There's alcohol in this one; she can smell it from here. And suddenly the idea of having something stronger than fruit juice and club soda seems incredibly attractive.

[nomorekaraoke]

"I think..." he murmurs, starting to form a theory of sorts. "I think there might just be such a thing as common sense. Only problem is, it's all too often--"

He frowns, pausing for another drag of nicotine and tar. "Well, it's a bit common. Not to mention it's subjective, and that's downright scary."

[sunnydalealum]

She picks up the glass, but doesn't drink yet.

"Scary how?"

[nomorekaraoke]

The very air they breathe is ripe with tension, isn't it.


...no, not really. Just a tad thick with (un)worldly experience. "You can never count on your common sense to match everyone else's. Which means no matter how much you trust someone, you can never trust them to be on the same page. Well," he changes his mind, the frown easing into mild amusement. "The same page isn't that difficult. The same paragraph, though? Never. Same sentence, and we're talking telepathy. Not shitting Sherlock."

[sunnydalealum]

"Because what you think makes sense isn't necessarily what someone else thinks...." She considers that, and takes an absent sip of her drink. "Yeah."

Pause.

"I guess that's why specific rules are a good thing?"

[nomorekaraoke]

"They're a lifesaver, that's what they are, sugar. I mean that literally too, if my doomy gloomy tone of voice wasn't suggestive enough."

It feels strange to talk so openly with a virtual stranger, to discuss things without his flippant live and let live 'tude. Maybe that should be called something else, but he'll settle for it even if it is a misnomer. It is never just flippancy. It isn't ever just about living and letting other people lead their own lives.

But in the here and now? It feels as though he's leaving all that pretense behind. He had the same feeling the first-and-last time they met.

[sunnydalealum]

Another, slightly longer drink, and she glances up at him from behind her hair. Not that it's her hair; the short black bangs are still unfamiliar. Still reassuring.

"Did I say thanks for inviting me, yet?" Her smile's a little shy, but most of the awkwardness is gone. "Because ... thanks for inviting me."

[nomorekaraoke]

Regardless, the faux black brings out her pretty pale skin - regardless, Lorne can appreciate crafting a new identity for yourself with what means you have. He smiles back, sipping his drink shortly after she does.

"Does it matter? You're as welcome now as when you stepped through the fugly doors and lit up the room! --I do apologize for those, but you can never be low key enough when running this kind of underground operation."

[sunnydalealum]

"Low key," she repeats. "I like that. And -- it moves around? So the address on the card changes to show it?"

[nomorekaraoke]

"You bet it does!" He leans in closer, raising his free hand so as to shield his mouth from view. See, this is confidentiality at its finest. Shush.

"To be honest, I'm running out of new and inventive places to book that isn't under ground. That's just taking it too far, you know?" Hand goes down. "Not to mention the added security risks with those logistics. Not my cuppa anything, if you catch my not so subtle drift."

[sunnydalealum]

It takes her a second, but she does catch it. (Not as long as she'd be comfortable with, to be honest.)

"I guess you never use the same place twice, either?"

[nomorekaraoke]

Suddenly there's a shift in the air, a displacement felt only by the way your fillings start to hum. Three young adolescents approach, pale white from their tippy toes to the tops of their long-haired heads; a tall, willowy girl framed by two similarly tall and willowy boys, all of them watching Lorne and his new acquaintance with startlingly pale blue eyes. They titter amongst themselves, walking over arm in arm in arm.

"This is delightful!" One of the boys says, eyes moving from Lorne to Beth and back again, followed swiftly by the girl: "Krevlornswath has surprised us yet again." By the tone of her voice, she approves wholeheartedly.

The boy on her left scoffs, on the other hand. "I am not surprised. He is what he is."

The girl considers this, and nods. "They both are."

[sunnydalealum]

She looks up, glances uneasily from one to the other to the other. They look younger than she is, younger even than her little sister (and with that thought she suddenly misses Laura fiercely, painfully). And they look almost human; almost.

(Krevlornswath? she wonders briefly.)

She looks at Lorne again, uncertain, waiting for a lead.