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One does not often wander into a familiar bar to find ... well, a less familiar bar. A completely alien bar would perhaps be more accurate a statement, but Lawrence preferred not to think that he could get lost in the rather small stop-over town that he'd stepped into only a few days ago.
He'd left France the week before last and had been coming to the bar nearly daily. His exit stemmed from the fact he was irritated with the constant flow of reporters that followed his every step...and now that he'd found himself alone again, there was little tying him to the country. The plan, he had decided, was to drive to somewhere far more secluded in the British countryside where he could alter his appearance and identity enough to at least escape the plague of his own name.
But that is another matter entirely. The fact of the matter was that he was now in a strange place that he'd not seen before when he'd been expecting to find a half-bald tender and a dirty glass of whiskey. But of course, it wouldn't be proper to panic. So instead of flailing madly or anything of the sort, he simply takes a quiet seat at the bar and draws his notebook from his pocket, nibbling thoughtfully at the end of a pen while he thinks of what would be most beneficial to write about.
He'd left France the week before last and had been coming to the bar nearly daily. His exit stemmed from the fact he was irritated with the constant flow of reporters that followed his every step...and now that he'd found himself alone again, there was little tying him to the country. The plan, he had decided, was to drive to somewhere far more secluded in the British countryside where he could alter his appearance and identity enough to at least escape the plague of his own name.
But that is another matter entirely. The fact of the matter was that he was now in a strange place that he'd not seen before when he'd been expecting to find a half-bald tender and a dirty glass of whiskey. But of course, it wouldn't be proper to panic. So instead of flailing madly or anything of the sort, he simply takes a quiet seat at the bar and draws his notebook from his pocket, nibbling thoughtfully at the end of a pen while he thinks of what would be most beneficial to write about.