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It's cold out there.
Rubbing her bare hands together for warmth, Kate comes back inside through the door leading to the lake. At the bar, she gets a cup of coffee -- a little cream but no sugar -- and curves her hands around it, two fingers threading through the cup's handle.
The coffee's great, but more importantly, it's hot. After taking a quick sip, she turns on her bar stool so she's facing out, able to scan the crowd, and leans her back against the bar itself.
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Rubbing her bare hands together for warmth, Kate comes back inside through the door leading to the lake. At the bar, she gets a cup of coffee -- a little cream but no sugar -- and curves her hands around it, two fingers threading through the cup's handle.
The coffee's great, but more importantly, it's hot. After taking a quick sip, she turns on her bar stool so she's facing out, able to scan the crowd, and leans her back against the bar itself.
(ooc: Considered open until it scrolls off the main page.)