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The front door opens, and shuts.
Well, what do you know. A bar. In the middle of nowhere. Practically nowhere. It's still infinitely preferable to the stretch of badlands in the east.
This must be the place. He peers over the tops of his sunglasses, but doesn't take them off. No familiar faces. Hm. Maybe later.
Nicholas Baptista heads to the bar, and takes a seat.
Well, what do you know. A bar. In the middle of nowhere. Practically nowhere. It's still infinitely preferable to the stretch of badlands in the east.
This must be the place. He peers over the tops of his sunglasses, but doesn't take them off. No familiar faces. Hm. Maybe later.
Nicholas Baptista heads to the bar, and takes a seat.