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Ace, her mind half blasted by what Mal considers a decent drink, finally ends up at the Bar in search of some water to lessen the alcohol's blow some.
Instead, she gets a note.
Suddenly very sober, she reads it, then the notice tacked up on the board.
"Oh."
O Discordia
Her glass of water appears, and she takes it, and the note, outside. It's still a trifle damp out there, and dark, but it's quiet, and open.
That's good.
Instead, she gets a note.
Suddenly very sober, she reads it, then the notice tacked up on the board.
"Oh."
O Discordia
Her glass of water appears, and she takes it, and the note, outside. It's still a trifle damp out there, and dark, but it's quiet, and open.
That's good.