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( OOM What Remy's been doing this morning, warnings for mostly-vague violence.)
Remy slipped through the door, still carrying a bundle of ragamuffin girl, he relaxed, just a little, when he found the bar, closing the door behind him and opening it once more onto his farmhouse in France. He slipped through, closing it behind him again.
He was back not long after, this time on his own, it was quite possible, even probable that he'd already had quite a bit to drink before he went and curled himself up in one of the small, far-off booths, his order to the first waitrat that passed was a quiet: "T'usual, an' keep it comin'."
Remy slipped through the door, still carrying a bundle of ragamuffin girl, he relaxed, just a little, when he found the bar, closing the door behind him and opening it once more onto his farmhouse in France. He slipped through, closing it behind him again.
He was back not long after, this time on his own, it was quite possible, even probable that he'd already had quite a bit to drink before he went and curled himself up in one of the small, far-off booths, his order to the first waitrat that passed was a quiet: "T'usual, an' keep it comin'."