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Joan's sitting at the bar tonight in an almost-off-the-shoulder black silk dress and jewelry that appears to be worth much more than it actually is. (There's only so much a girl can afford on a office manager's salary, after all.)
There's a drink resting in front of her, but so far tonight, she hasn't touched it.
Instead, she's staring off into space, trying to wrap her mind around the evening's events - and Carol's words, still echoing in her head (just think of me as a boy, Joanie).
She finally takes a sip of her drink.
Actually, it's more than a sip, but who's really watching?
[ tiny tag: joan holloway ]
There's a drink resting in front of her, but so far tonight, she hasn't touched it.
Instead, she's staring off into space, trying to wrap her mind around the evening's events - and Carol's words, still echoing in her head (just think of me as a boy, Joanie).
She finally takes a sip of her drink.
Actually, it's more than a sip, but who's really watching?
[ tiny tag: joan holloway ]