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[young_tmriddle]

Tom is literally passing through tonight. One quick drink, and then he's back to the House and out with Door for the evening. The scotch here is worth the side trip. He can't help that it's the best in the universe.

ooc: semi-plot locked, please ping before tagging as brain strength is on loooow

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[stewart_baxter]

Someone else is passing through tonight, too.

Someone very small, and not necessarily deserving of singular conjugations.

[young_tmriddle]

Tom sits on his barstool, looking around. It surprises him how few unfamiliar faces are here these days. He should take the time to get to know some of them.

But not tonight.

[stewart_baxter]

My, it's noisy in here tonight. Laughing voices, less amused voices, clattering chairs, chattering waitrats, fizzing drinks, rustling --

What rustling?

Tom's leg itches.

[young_tmriddle]

He thinks nothing of the itch. For now...

It's such a mild sensation, after all, and the noise level is such that he hears no rustling.

Dun-dun-duuuuuun

He nods to someone he thought might be River, but no, she's not.