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It was a quiet night at the bar so far. The zombies were playing a very Britney-heavy set for some reason (you haven't lived till you've heard "Womanizer" as played by people who can't always keep their limbs attached), Tino was acting normal, and Kitty was spending a good amount of time texting.

Even she was allowed to slack off sometimes.

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Tamsin sank down behind the bar and squinted in the direction of the zombies.

"Did I just hear somebody croak through Hit Me Baby One More Time while his arm and, going by the pitch, possibly something else fell off?"

"You did," Kitty smiled. Because Tino was going to have to deal with fallen body parts. "And today I learned their cover of Toxic is honestly pretty good."

"That has got to be a public health code violation," Tamsin mused. Not that she was going to do anything about it. "Can I have a bottle of scotch, and you think they can be talked into a repeat performance, because that sounds hilarious?"

Tino went up to give the zombies the request as Kitty got the bottle and a glass to set down on the bar. "Don't say that too loud, though. They might start trying to get you to buy their CD's."

Tamsin let out a loud snort-laugh, snagging the bottle so she could fill up her glass. "I'm the Mayor now," she said, "If I wanted CDs, I could just order them to give them to me. Or maybe I'll make them play outside City Hall."

She was such a responsible city official.

"You could request a concert, but you'd have to go through their manager who would guaranteed make you pay," Kitty warned, nodding her head towards Tino.

"There's got to be paperwork for that, right?" Tamsin asked. "Mayoral dictate."

She took a sip of her whiskey. Look, she hadn't actually bothered to try and figure out what her actual powers were, yet.

"I'm... not sure it works like that..." Kitty said.

"Maybe I need to make some changes around here," Tamsin mused.

She took a sip of her scotch. "You were right about the 'Toxic', though," she said. "The squealing and the... whatever jig that guy is doing... are really working."

"I think they've done a lot of work on it. I heard a rumor it was supposed to be the theme for their would-be reality show, but there were rights issues," she said.

Tamsin looked at Kitty, then at the zombies, then back to Kitty. "They wanted to start a reality show?" she said.

Kitty nodded. "On MTV. Not really sure that happened with that..."

"MTV still exists?" Look, that was the relevant part. "They're not really pretty enough for TV, anyway."

"You say that now, but wait till they make it big and start dating supermodels," Kitty said.

She did not think this would happen.

"Would give the paparazzi a field day," Tamsin judged. "SHOCKING PICTURES: Whatshisface loses hand in supermodel's lap. And you don't want to know what happened when he slipped her the tongue..."

Thanks, Tamsin.

Kitty buried her face in her hands. "Oh, god. Can't unsee. Can't ever unsee."

"You're welcome," Tamsin said, sipping her drink. "You have any bar nuts?"

Quit while you're ahead, Valkyrie.

"All further service is on hold until I've been able to bleach my brain thoroughly enough to work," Kitty replied.

"C'mon, you've been here running this bar since god knows when," Tamsin said, turning around so she was facing the zombies, "And you've never had to deal with those decomposing losers making out?"

"No. They're professionals."

Those words actually came out of her mouth. Yes they did.

"They're playing 'Oops, I Did It Again' with an armless bass player and a drummer with only one foot," Tamsin pointed out. "Oh, and the lead singer is crooning it. Badly."

"Doesn't mean they're hooligans," Kitty said.

"What, you think zombies don't get in the mood?" Tamsin said.

She was just trolling, at this point.

"If my parts fell off all the time, I don't think I'd ever be in the mood," she pointed out. "I'd be in the mood for duct tape."

"Not if it lasted decades, you wouldn't," Tamsin said, bringing up her glass again. "Hey, zombies are people too."

"You are making me think way too much about zombie physiology here," Kitty decided. "As their employer, I might be committing some form of harassment accidentally."

When you need a distraction but you're too writers-blocked to come up with a good post.

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