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"So we can go?"
Gunnar shook his head. "We've got this dinner at seven. All the White Gloves will be there. I hope to talk to them about supporting me in the upcoming war, or at least not actively hindering me. It's my best chance to get them all to listen at the same time."
Sounded distinctly political and not at all fun. "Okay. It seems safe enough in here. After we grab a bite outside, I'm gonna take off for a while."
Gunnar looked hurt.
"Gunn, this isn't my place. You and Arcade… have… a good date, or whatever."
"Hey, I can go back to the 38," Arcade said. "It's okay."
"No, look… you two like this place, you're getting along with everyone. I think you'll be okay, as long as you don't get cricks in your necks from looking down your nose."
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