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Who: Lorne, [Open]
What: Ships passing in the night
When: Jan 17, 2012
Where: Hyperion, Caritas bar
"La de da de dum la de da de dum what's the name of that song..."
Lorne's melodic voice drifted through the empty par as he polished his glasses just to give his hands something to do,
"La de da de dum la de da de dum what's the name of that song?
It goes la de da de dum la de da de dum something something words,
la de da de dum la de da de, I wish I remembered the words."
It was an old one but a classic, there wasn't much activity in the bar tonight so no one would min d if he entertained himself. Off by the stage a very bored looking Kim was lounging behind her drums set with a magazine, and at the far end of the bar Goblimon was watching the news on the wall mounted TV.
The Onizuka's had been downstairs already to pick up their bi-weekly supply of drinks to stock their own apartment, and Sarasim had been by to make her security report, another perfectly peaceful night in a string of them only broken by the occasional busy night in the bar or wild party.
Just how Lorne liked it.
For all the fun of a party, his time on Earth and in the digital world had taught him a thing or two about just savoring the peace when you could.
And it was in this unassuming little dive, popular among the locals, that chance meetings could happen at any given moment.
What: Ships passing in the night
When: Jan 17, 2012
Where: Hyperion, Caritas bar
"La de da de dum la de da de dum what's the name of that song..."
Lorne's melodic voice drifted through the empty par as he polished his glasses just to give his hands something to do,
"La de da de dum la de da de dum what's the name of that song?
It goes la de da de dum la de da de dum something something words,
la de da de dum la de da de, I wish I remembered the words."
It was an old one but a classic, there wasn't much activity in the bar tonight so no one would min d if he entertained himself. Off by the stage a very bored looking Kim was lounging behind her drums set with a magazine, and at the far end of the bar Goblimon was watching the news on the wall mounted TV.
The Onizuka's had been downstairs already to pick up their bi-weekly supply of drinks to stock their own apartment, and Sarasim had been by to make her security report, another perfectly peaceful night in a string of them only broken by the occasional busy night in the bar or wild party.
Just how Lorne liked it.
For all the fun of a party, his time on Earth and in the digital world had taught him a thing or two about just savoring the peace when you could.
And it was in this unassuming little dive, popular among the locals, that chance meetings could happen at any given moment.