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She could feel the eyes on her back probably wondering what was she doing there on her own. Rare were the ones who knew of her ties to the Jabberwocks and it wasn't bewildering that many questioned the nature of her visits. "I've been wondering when you will appear," ever so slightly she rose up the corner of her lips, "boss," the latter she said so quietly that practically even Theodore himself could barely hear it. But that was the whole point, wasn't it? To live her life in between the good and bad.. to play the role so effortlessly no ever doubted she was the true agent of good. "You should hire a new bartender. This one makes a horrible White Russian," saying loud enough so the man behind her barely drinkable cocktail could hear her, "but also," her eyes traveled from the drink in her hands to her boss, "you wanted to see me. I'm listening."

Knock knock

Knock Knock

Meagan's knuckles were more persistent than the driver's willpower, forcing him to lower the window she had kept rapping against without sign of stopping. The moment the cool air slipped inside, her voice decided to join it, wrangling its way through like a wild snake.

"You can't park here," she informed with a smile, all-knowing, all-powerful, all-empty of both. "This space is reserved for a v e r y special guest of the Lighthouse Advocacy Group, which I personally know is not you, so I will need you to move this vehicle immediately."