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Opening the door, Beth looks around tentatively. She doesn't come here often enough to quite be confident.
Deciding that a drink is her best option, she heads towards the bar, deciding that whatever moonshine they have has to be better than standing around awkwardly waiting for someone to ask the inevitable, "Hey, don't I know you from the bordello?"
If someone asks that, she at least wants a drink in her hand.
Deciding that a drink is her best option, she heads towards the bar, deciding that whatever moonshine they have has to be better than standing around awkwardly waiting for someone to ask the inevitable, "Hey, don't I know you from the bordello?"
If someone asks that, she at least wants a drink in her hand.