Of all the bars to be in when this happened, this was probably the best, but Sally was still mortified. After quite some time of keeping a firm grip on her abilities, they had slipped out of her control.
While the patrons of the Oblivion bar were among the most immune, by the time the guys got back, even they were staring a little, though in no position to freak out.
So Sally was trying to not freak out in turn. "Hi, Mike," she said sheepishly. "Sorry, I... I need to hold your hand." At least.
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