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Beckett has a look of extreme dislike on her face as she walks (no, strides) into the Bar tonight.
There's the fact that the case she's currently immersed in is one she can't exactly put her finger on, but if she was being honest with herself (which, let's face it, she hasn't exactly been doing that as of late), she'd acknowledge that there's an even bigger reason for her ordering a beer instead of a coffee when she steps up to sit at Bar.
That reason may or may not be a certain actress currently in talks to play a certain character based on Beckett's life - but, then again, we're not ready to address that yet.
Maybe.
Beckett takes a swig of her beer, the fingertips of her free hand gently massaging her temple, and sighs. Loudly.
There's the fact that the case she's currently immersed in is one she can't exactly put her finger on, but if she was being honest with herself (which, let's face it, she hasn't exactly been doing that as of late), she'd acknowledge that there's an even bigger reason for her ordering a beer instead of a coffee when she steps up to sit at Bar.
That reason may or may not be a certain actress currently in talks to play a certain character based on Beckett's life - but, then again, we're not ready to address that yet.
Maybe.
Beckett takes a swig of her beer, the fingertips of her free hand gently massaging her temple, and sighs. Loudly.