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Atlantean is good. Very good. So good that Eirene has already had two glasses, and then forget where she set down her third. It's not on the stairs (or under them), behind the counter (the rats shooed her away when she looked), near the fireplace, or the Observation window, not on the couch, nor any of the tables.

Since the search has made her slightly dizzy, the goddess eventually finds a booth to settle in. Or, rather, on the table of, gypsy-skirt-clad legs settled over the side, bare toes wiggling just because.

She might even be humming, though the bar isn't quite as crowded at four o'clock in the morning.