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WHO: steamologist and notquiteidol.
WHERE: The Pound & Pence pub.
WHEN: Saturday night.
WARNINGS: Foul-mouthed psychics and stuff.
SUMMARY: Going for a drink.
FORMAT: Quicklog.
[ She was the messy-haired woman at the bar in the heavy work boots, dirty knees showing from under her skirt. Already nursing a pint of frothy beer. The people in the background were a pleasant hum of busy noise, but nobody approached her.
Maybe it was the leather jacket. There was something tough about a woman in a leather jacket. Or maybe it was the word printed bold and white across the back.
FreakAngels. ]
WHERE: The Pound & Pence pub.
WHEN: Saturday night.
WARNINGS: Foul-mouthed psychics and stuff.
SUMMARY: Going for a drink.
FORMAT: Quicklog.
[ She was the messy-haired woman at the bar in the heavy work boots, dirty knees showing from under her skirt. Already nursing a pint of frothy beer. The people in the background were a pleasant hum of busy noise, but nobody approached her.
Maybe it was the leather jacket. There was something tough about a woman in a leather jacket. Or maybe it was the word printed bold and white across the back.
FreakAngels. ]