The door opens; on the other side, a bland, carpeted hallway can be seen. The dark-haired woman who steps through is carrying an overnight bag, large enough for perhaps a week's stay somewhere. It's not until she sets the bag down and turns around to retrieve her key that the nature of the place starts to intrude on her perceptions, and she doesn't
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*He doesn't notice the new face just yet.*
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"Excuse me," she says to no one in particular as she settles down at a nearby stool. "But has anyone seen a barman about? I could really do with a drink about now."
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*Andrew turns to her, lowering his book.*
Uh --
*Is it actually her, though? All he's got is ten minutes of conversation over a cellphone, which isn't nearly enough to be sure....*
The usual guy's gone tonight, so orders are kind of coming slow.
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This ... this'd be your first time here, then?
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She shakes her head, smiling out of only one side of her mouth; the other side is twisting downward, and she's got her forehead in her hand and her elbow on the Bar. "Sorry," she says. "It is. Some kind of bloody sick joke on the Universe's part-"
Then she blinks a moment, looking up.
"Here. Why do I know your voice?"
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'Cause you phoned me up a while back. Four days by my reckoning, not sure how many by yours. Time's funny here.
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Hi, Aunt Annie.
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"What's a nice lad like you doing in what was gonna be my hotel room, eh?" she asks before shaking her head again. "Christ Almighty. Of all the bloody stupid- here, before I go off on a tear again, have you seen Harry? I was supposed to be meeting him..."
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How long's it been for you, since we talked?
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Back to the forehead in hand.
"Fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck,", she mutters under her breath.
She's been married to a soldier for twenty years.
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*a little helplessly* Sorry about this.
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*Andrew glances at the door.*
Maybe he'll show up here too.
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