“Celine!” Maggie exclaims, jumping off the barstool and coming over to her “Hi!” Celine smiles at her,
“Maggie.” Celine was curious why she was here, but not unhappy about it. “Uh… What’s going on?” Maggie takes her arm and leads her to the barstool she’d just vacated,
“Okay, so… I have some news regarding Ava, the Witch b***h. And I have some other bits and pieces for you. So, bad news, Ava claims to be unable to come here yet. She has some ‘loose-ends’ to deal with before she can ‘deign to visit’. Ugh… Such. A. b***h. Hate her. I was nothing but polite, I assure you. Don’t want to give the game away just yet.” She gave a comically accentuated conspiratorial wink.
Celine giggles as she notes that George is leaning into the counter on the far side, and his face is getting pink again. S
