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[Oh, bar fights. Such fun. Actually, Layla had never been in one, but most days at X-Factor could have been considered something like one. Everyone at each other's throat, yelling, the occasional punching or being put through the wall. Just when she was starting to miss it, some guy and the kedan bring out the fisticuffs, arguing over, of all things, beer.

Hey. Wars have started over sillier things.

For now, though, Layla's quite content to sit back with her pint and watch the brawl.

It's almost like being home. Almost.]