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and blue plaid boxers, and her hair was in a ponytail. She did not, however, in spite of<br />
what his memory would have told him, actually have fangs or talons or a forked tongue.<br />
"Oh, my God." She blinked. "You're -- you're Dawson. We met at the party at Bailey<br />
House, right?" He nodded. She squinted at him. "What are you doing here?"<br />
"What am I doing here?" He looked around him, sighed, and sank back into a chair. "I<br />
am apparently being punished for a multitude of sins, is what I'm doing here. What are<br />
you doing here? You're not Pete's sister. You can't be Pete's sister. I specifically<br />
checked, I specifically verified that you, specifically, are not Pete's sister."<br />
"No," she shook her head and walked slowly toward him, "I'm not. Pete's sister's name<br />
is Rebecca."<br />
He glared up at her. "Yes. I know. My careful research suggested as much."<br />
Megan sat down across from him. "I'm a friend of hers. We're roommates, actually."<br />
Dawson rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "You're telling me that when I sat down at that<br />
party, I was approached entirely at random <strong>by</strong> the roommate of my friend's boyfriend's<br />
sister? As a matter of chance?"<br />
She nodded. "So it would appear." A long silence passed. "How've you been since the<br />
party?"<br />
This was what did it. Something about the look of her, about the subtle hint of humor in<br />
her eyes -- a nice, deep, brown, he suddenly noticed -- and about the absurdity of the<br />
question, made him laugh. It started out as a small laugh, tinged with frustration, but <strong>by</strong><br />
the time he looked up and saw her, giggling, with her knees pulled up to her chest, it was<br />
a full one. "I've been sucking bus exhaust since the party, to be perfectly honest." She<br />
threw her head back and laughed. "I've pretty much been throwing lawn darts into my<br />
head to break the monotony."<br />
She regained her composure first. "What ever happened with your friends, anyway?<br />
Your girlfriend, your buddy, your whole 50-megaton bomb of betrayal?"<br />
"Ah, that." Dawson ran his hands over his hair. "They're pretty much not talking to me."<br />
"They're not talking to you?" She considered this for a minute, examining her<br />
fingernails. "That seems to be an attitude adjustment."<br />
"Yeah, well, I had this horrible experience," he groaned, staring at her hard, "in which I<br />
was cross-examined within an inch of my life <strong>by</strong> this treacherous lawyer-in-training, and<br />
ever since then, I've pretty much been keeping my tales of woe to myself."<br />
"Well, I know an attorney who says, 'In a good cross-examination, you do not set the<br />
witness on fire. In a good cross-examination, you hand the witness the match.'" She<br />
raised one eyebrow. "You had no case, was your problem."