[One moment he's in the park, hanging out in a tree like usual, and the next he's in the bathroom of... somewhere? Looking in the mirror, he blinks. His hair's been done up like Lup used to, when they would hang around and get high. Further checking reveals he's been redressed too, the relatively masculine clothes Dirk has mostly seen him in replaced with a skirt that's probably more color than Connor's worn in years and a shirt and it's... fine? He owns these clothes, he just wasn't wearing them a moment ago and that feels off somehow. Exiting the bathroom, Connor scans the bar? This is a bar, which means this isn't his dream. Drinking is Larry's vice, not his.
He doesn't recognize anyone at first until he looks over the bar again and sees Dirk talking to... someone. He doesn't know if he's supposed to recognize her, but Connor crosses the room anyway and touches Dirk's shoulder.]
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He doesn't recognize anyone at first until he looks over the bar again and sees Dirk talking to... someone. He doesn't know if he's supposed to recognize her, but Connor crosses the room anyway and touches Dirk's shoulder.]
There you are. Aren't you going to introduce me?