Ellen Harvelle doesn't know her bar like the back of her hand. As folks like to point out sometimes, who goes around staring at the back of their hand like they're out to memorize it? What use'll that ever be
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She follows his glance in what's meant to be one quick, assessing look. It goes on for a little longer than Ellen intends when it reaches its destination.
Her lips thin. Flatly: "Yeah, I can see why." She plants both hands on her hips. "You think that's real?"
The frankness doesn't change, and the surprise is only mild at best. After a moment, one half of Ellen's mouth quirks into a slight smile, and she crosses her arms.
Standing up, he comes closer, calling, "You look lost. First time in?"
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"First time in where?"
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He gestures at the bar. "Here -- Milliways. It's, uh . . . This'll sound either crazy or dumb, but it's a magic bar."
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Either on his part for thinking that, or on hers for letting someone edge in through the less normal locks she's got on the Roadhouse.
"You got a better explanation?"
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He trails off, glancing off towards the Window. "I don't think I could go crazy enough to hallucinate the End of the Universe."
Beat.
"Um," he adds hastily, "most people get pretty freaked by the view. So's you know."
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Her lips thin. Flatly: "Yeah, I can see why." She plants both hands on her hips. "You think that's real?"
Ellen doesn't.
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She slides her glance over to Tom, just as frank.
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Singing zombies.
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The frankness doesn't change, and the surprise is only mild at best. After a moment, one half of Ellen's mouth quirks into a slight smile, and she crosses her arms.
"That's a shit way to get into it," she remarks.
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Beat.
"Get into what?"
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(There aren't a lot of people who'd be more surprised by that kind of statement than they would by the phrase hordes of zombies.)
"Hunting," she says.
Not just hunting, either. The life.
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"I -- wouldn't call it hunting? More like surviving."
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A pause, and then there's nothing slight about the smile she's giving him.
"I'm Ellen."
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He offers a hand, and a quick smile in return. "Tom. Nice to meet you."
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"You been at it long?"
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