[OOM:
Letters between brothers.]
"What ..."
Fletcher looked around. This was definitely not his room. This was a bar ...
The Bar! The one his brother had
told him about, years ago. The one he could never find, no matter how hard he tried. Now he was here!
Fletcher looked behind him, to the door that he had just come through, and wondered if Brother would be here, now.
He smiled at the thought of seeing brother again, and went off to look for him, in hope.
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Russell thought that he would never see this place again.
But there he was, shadowed in the doorway, hand clenching the handle in surprise.
Behind him, if anyone were to look, is the front room to his (and his brother's) shop. He had just closed it down for the night.
Many things have happened to Russell over three years but it looks as though the bar hasn't changed one bit.
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[OOC: Two pups, two muns and both Russell and Fletcher are open for tagging, though threads with Fletcher may have to be slowtimed.]