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Riley stops dead the second that he steps in the door.
"--Whoa," he says, and his next couple of steps are a little more hesitant. It’s, uh. Been a while. He looks around, cautiously comes farther inside, and takes a seat at the bar. He’s wearing a crisp, perfectly tailored suit, black with subtle pinstripes. The jacket is nowhere to be seen; he’s still wearing the vest and the tie, and has dress shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His glasses are on (and are new; still with black plastic rims, but smaller than his last pair), his hair is short, and he has his laptop under his arm.
He sets the laptop on the bar, keys it into the first wireless network he finds, and settles in.
(Snazzy and wary. Always an interesting combination.)
[tag: jenny (the doctor's daughter)]
"--Whoa," he says, and his next couple of steps are a little more hesitant. It’s, uh. Been a while. He looks around, cautiously comes farther inside, and takes a seat at the bar. He’s wearing a crisp, perfectly tailored suit, black with subtle pinstripes. The jacket is nowhere to be seen; he’s still wearing the vest and the tie, and has dress shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His glasses are on (and are new; still with black plastic rims, but smaller than his last pair), his hair is short, and he has his laptop under his arm.
He sets the laptop on the bar, keys it into the first wireless network he finds, and settles in.
(Snazzy and wary. Always an interesting combination.)
[tag: jenny (the doctor's daughter)]