(no subject)
Sometimes, you come to the bar to talk to people. To see and be seen; to get something tasty and maybe rare; even to peoplewatch while you brood, or to hope someone will distract you from the inside of your head.
And sometimes (if you're River, anyway) you come because ten peop- nine people on one ship is somehow more crowded and more empty all at once than a full bar, and in a way it's quieter here.
At least, that's what someone who knew the situation might guess. River's not telling.
What she is doing is slipping through the front door, pale and withdrawn, and making her way across the room, and ducking behind and beneath Bar, out of easy sight.
Someone could probably stop her along the way, though, or follow her to talk. If they felt so inclined.
And sometimes (if you're River, anyway) you come because ten peop- nine people on one ship is somehow more crowded and more empty all at once than a full bar, and in a way it's quieter here.
At least, that's what someone who knew the situation might guess. River's not telling.
What she is doing is slipping through the front door, pale and withdrawn, and making her way across the room, and ducking behind and beneath Bar, out of easy sight.
Someone could probably stop her along the way, though, or follow her to talk. If they felt so inclined.