A quiet celebration.

[Jihadjoe]

Jasmine leant against the bar and nodded in response to Dimitrova's greeting, before turning back to Natalie.

"Wouldn't worry too much about that, Nat... I'd be more concerned about Mr Dark-Mood over there" she said with a grin, indicating over to Clark. "Has anyone actually seen him not yelling at some inanimate object or looking vaguely depressed?"

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Meanwhile, a few kilometers away, David Hale was sitting in his Manhattan apartment, debating whether or not to head down to the Rolling Stone. He hadn't been in the mood for socialising of late, for fairly good reason. But maybe it'd be good, he thought.

He grabbed his jacket off the back of an armchair and made for the door, locking it behind him and headed out into the night.

[color=#33FFFF]"Can't avoid them forever, Dave." he muttered to himself as he climbed into the back of a taxi.

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