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Somehow, her weeks had been busy as of late with her usual doctor appointments as well as researching local community colleges and possibly 'Real People" careers. Not that she minded, but it kept her from getting out as often as she had previously, which also tended to save her a bit a cash.

Tonight, she figured she'd return the invitation that Surion had offered her and swing by his new club. After all, it was only polite.

When she arrived, Tourma checked her coat and produced the pass that Surion had given her. Dressed down for her, her deep purple skinny jeans were paired with a pair of home decorated Chucks, a couple layers of black and yellow tops, and a small, pinstriped (black) vest. Jewelry tied in the two complimentary colors and her hair was artfully twisted up into pig tail buns via loose, messy and wide sections.

Now to find the owner.

She caught sight of him as she was checking out the DJ, and assuming his destination, made her way towards the bar.

"You know, it's not kosher to booze it up while working," Tourma commented, leaning against a free section of bar.

"Ah, I was under the impression that drinking on the job was illegal..." She shrugged, chuckling to herself. "Thanks. How have you been?"

"Oh you know. Living the dream. A very repetitive and busy one, as it were." She replied, nodding a moment before letting her eyes wander over the club. "Has it started to turn a profit yet?"

She nodded. "Well it's honestly something that you need to be proud of," Tourma answered while fiddling with one of her necklaces absently. "Especially since it's your first club and all, I'd say. Huge accomplishment and all that jazz."

He definitely got points for giving credit where credit is due, and she appeared to approve. However, her smile faded into a look of disbelief that was only enhanced by her jaw grinding slightly.

"Seriously?!" Tourma finally pushed out as evenly as possible at the moment, her eyebrows raising and then narrowing. "From what I hear..." The teen began to try and remove some responsibility from her next comments, "You were a Grade A Dickface to her. She left because of aforementioned asshattery. And I highly doubt that -anyone- would want to relive moments of their lives that could be referred the Doormat Days of Her Life."

She paused, coughing politely.

"That's just what I heard, though..." Recovering a more lady like appearance, she smiled pleasantly. "I'll take a Kettle and cranberry please, thanks."

Clearly, attempts to hurt her friends further were not taken kindly to by the Skullmonkey.

Taking a deep breath and mulling over her words carefully, she finally spoke again in a softer tone. "Honestly, whether or not it was done purposefully is not the point, and I'm sure she did, er... Does mean everything to you. But you need to move on man. She has and to tell you the truth... This outward pining for her is kind of..." There was a pause." How do I put this? Creepy and awkward."

Reaching behind her, she scratched the back of her neck nervously as they continued to linger in the topical minefield. Tonight, she really was Monkey in the Middle.