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The door swings open.
Mac, eyes squeezed tight and hand fisted around something small and papery, edges in. She peeks an eye open, then blinks, startled -- though not entirely unpleasantly.
"Cool," she murmurs with a faint smile, relaxing her grip on the matchbook she grabbed the last time she was in. "It worked."
It's about damn time something went right this week. Okay, so ending up back in a weird magic bar inside her closet's probably not what a lot of people would consider "right," but....
Picking her way through the tables, she takes a seat at the Bar, only a little uncertain, and orders a soy chocolate milkshake.
Mac, eyes squeezed tight and hand fisted around something small and papery, edges in. She peeks an eye open, then blinks, startled -- though not entirely unpleasantly.
"Cool," she murmurs with a faint smile, relaxing her grip on the matchbook she grabbed the last time she was in. "It worked."
It's about damn time something went right this week. Okay, so ending up back in a weird magic bar inside her closet's probably not what a lot of people would consider "right," but....
Picking her way through the tables, she takes a seat at the Bar, only a little uncertain, and orders a soy chocolate milkshake.