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[hr][b]Location:[/b] Club AfterDark
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[i]It'd be rather odd for the bar to be open, but the kitchen closed,[/i] Mali thought to herself, leaning against the bar on her right elbow. There wasn't much to do now but wait, watch and listen. Sure, Relic was right next to her looking up something on his laptop (she was more surprised that he could bust it out in this establishment so nonchalantly, than the fact that he might have stumbled onto some important tidbit of information), but looking over his shoulder wouldn't speed things up. She'd just let him do his thing while drinks were en route.

The paranoid switch in her head went off again, this time for far more practical reasons. Mali turned around and scanned the room to make sure that none of the patrons were making eyes at Relic, or more specifically, his fancy laptop that could no doubt be sold for hundreds of dollars. Yeah, there might be 2 huge black men staffing the bar and blocking the entrance/exit, but if somebody tried to snatch it, it could be damaged and or broken in the ensuing scuffle, even if it wasn't completely stolen.