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[futures_of_ash]

There was a woman at the Bar, legs sprawled gracefully across three stools and her elbow propped on the polished wood. Near at hand was a cut crystal glass with something red that smelled of cherries. More importantly, in her lap, her free hand occasionally flipping pages, were stacks of printouts.

Almost lost in the tumble of her hair, a red pen was tucked behind her ear, and she was occasionally making notes.

Of course, she was also occasionally ignoring the pages in favor of origami. Rachel had priorities like that.

[And sadly mun calls slow due to arm still needing surgery. *hugs*]