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In Kenya, it is not quite sunrise and Steph has just had a troubling conversation with Babs.

She looks at the phone in her hand, and sighs, stuffing it into her pocket and getting to her feet.  Today's going to be busy, and she doesn't really feel up to it.  Which means she probably needs to go and try to get a little more sleep.

But the door of the

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Happy hours aren't always Rachel's thing. She doesn't drink alcohol, for one. Two, it draws a crowd.

But today was long and filled with activity - the good sort - and she just happens to come in not long after another blonde has settled behind the bar. And The Bar has gone to sleep.

So.

"Coke?" she asks, sliding onto a stool and lifting eyebrows expectantly at Steph.

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Her hands are pulled back quickly enough that Steph might have burned her with that touch and Rachel's wide-eyed look is instantly replaced with a glare.

(warm, alive, scarred)

"Thanks for the drink," she snaps, standing abruptly.

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Steph pulls back quickly.

"... I'm sorry."

The drink Rachel hasn't touched.

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And isn't going to, either. She seems to have forgotten saying the words at all, backing away from the bar and turning to go out the front door, back toward the grounds.

The glass continues to soak water rings into the wood.

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Steph watches her go, worried, fingers to her lips.

She --

She remembers. It wasn't any easier on her, either.

She could have put that more gently.