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She's dancing and singing, iPod headphones disappearing under an old Yankees shirt, her hair tied at the nape of her neck. She actually looks like she might have been dusting - judging by the cloth and the bottle of furniture polish in her hand - before she arrived.
And it takes her a moment to open her eyes, to look over the bar, and go, "....huh?"
iPod is switched off, headphones tucked into the pocket of her frayed jeans, and she shakes her head.
"Try for long enough to get someplace and you can't and you'll let me in when I'm looking like this?"
Rolling her eyes, she slips up onto a stool and orders a mint julep. Hey, she's here now, she might as well enjoy herself.
And it takes her a moment to open her eyes, to look over the bar, and go, "....huh?"
iPod is switched off, headphones tucked into the pocket of her frayed jeans, and she shakes her head.
"Try for long enough to get someplace and you can't and you'll let me in when I'm looking like this?"
Rolling her eyes, she slips up onto a stool and orders a mint julep. Hey, she's here now, she might as well enjoy herself.