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[not_cocked]

None of this case was making any fucking sense.

With a grunt, De shoved one of her boot heels into the wood of the bench in front of her. She looked at the computer screen in front of her, comparing the images to the print outs on the table. And trying to find any logical explanation. At least her kind of logical.

Which, given that her kind of logical was far more lenient on the logic part than most, made it really frustrating when she was stuck on a case like this.

Hailing the waitress, she gave her a charming grin as she worked on sweet talking herself into another slice of cherry pie. And if she was lucky, it'd be a la mode, too. It would soothe some of the frustration over this bullshit case, if nothing else.

Picking up the image again, she studied the shape in the shadows with her nose wrinkling up, trying to see something new. Something she hadn't noticed before.

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[celebrityskinned]

Someone she hadn't noticed before emerges out of the shadows as if she grew out of the wood itself. Venus wasn't intending to be a wallflower this evening, but after a few people got a little too aggressive at the bar she chased them off and then found a corner to press herself into, as proud and self-preserving as a puffed-up cat.

She knows she shouldn't interrupt, but the girl in front of her seems to be trying so hard to get herself an extra slice of pie, and Venus overrides her instinct to leave well enough alone. She takes a seat next to the woman with the laptop and turns on the charm too, doubling the attack as if they're flanking the poor waitress.

"Oh my God, Linda!" She puts a hand to De's arm, as if she were greeting an old friend. "You look so good! Now you just have to put on all that weight you lost during chemo and you'll be good as new."

She winks with the eye the waitress can't see from this angle.

[soldieronwards]

Footsteps sounded behind her, and then someone was pulling out the chair next to her. "Mind if I join you?" He didn't wait for an answer before dropping down into the seat. "I'm not gonna say some crap like, 'Pretty girls shouldn't eat alone,' that's old hat, but..."

He leaned over a little. "Maybe, 'Stumped investigators shouldn't rack their brains over a case alone'?"

He looked like a normal guy. Brown hair, brown eyes, maybe in his early thirties, and his accent was plain middle America. But he grinned and added, "It's not a ghost, by the way. Pretty sure it's an alien."