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Ava comes downstairs from her typical post-work shower in a bit of a bad mood. She has an especially bad post-vengeance headache, and her field training's been put off for a week, and Sssen's continual hissing about her broodchildren, while normally diverting, was today mostly just annoying

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There is somebody sitting several stools down. From the looks of his jeans, sneakers, and jacket (and the growing puddle on the floor under him), he is wringing wet from head to toe. He has a towel in his lap and is currently furiously drying his hair with another. The towel has flopped into his face for the moment.

Possible identity tip-off: the hipster glasses resting on the bar at his arm.

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Ava's cocoa arrives in a cheery polka-dotted mug, which is possibly Bar's way of telling her to cheer up, emo vengeance intern.

She is in the middle of blowing on it to cool it off while not disturbing its delicate whipped cream balance when she spots a sopping Riley.

"Oh my God-- what happened to you?"

She's ... assuming rain, but is not ruling out falling into a swimming pool.

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Oh --- crap.

Riley's eyes momentarily go a little wide (startled) behind the towel, and then he lowers it.

"Giant puddle plus standing on sidewalk plus speeding car," he drawls, as dryly (ha, ha, ha) as humanly possible. His hair is still wet and is spiking in every possible direction.

"Hi."

(He was going to leave a note for Ava after he cleaned up. Or at least stopped dripping.)

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Ava can't really help starting to smile. And at the moment, she's grateful for the fact. Grumpiness is only satisfying if it's accompanied by destruction.

Plus, Riley looks like a big wet puppy! You know, minus the fur and huge sloppy tongue.

"Giant puddles can be surprisingly brutal," she says sympathetically, wandering with her mug for the stool nearest Riley.

She fears no H20.

"Do you want me to grab a blowdryer?"