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Zed is still trying to figure out how the hell he ended up in a charity gig for the goddamn bar. Must have been some fit of insanity. Or maybe some bastard spiked his drink. Anything's possible.

But now that he has to sort through the damn bids, he figures he ought to find out what the hell people have in mind before he agrees to one of them. With this bunch, you never can be too careful.

Goldy would have to be high on that list, though. It's not like Zed hasn't noticed she's hot--he's just not about to admit it to her face. And since he knows K is supposed to have some sort of dinner date with her coming up, that's a good incentive to get a one up on the guy.

Which is why Zed finds himself outside Room 111 and knocking on the door...

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Goldy spares her child a little wave as she links arms with K and lets him escort her into the corridor.

"Have fun, sweetie! I know I'm going to."

And the door swings shut.



It re-opens a second later, but only for Goldy to poke her head in and offer the following:

"He's turning his MiBlackberry off, so don't even bother trying to contact us."

This time the door shuts and stays shut.

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Which is good, because that way neither of them hear the (big) bellow and the (small-but-piercing) wail that bust out a moment later.

Sadly, the two are not in harmony. But they've got plenty of time to work on that.