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When she steps into the bar, Melpomene wears: a leather jacket, a pair of worn-down boots, and a dark frown.
If you know her, though, you'll notice the twitch on her lips that means she's not too displeased.
Before long, Melpomene's reclining in a booth, her boots propped on the table and an unlit cigarette sitting absently in her mouth. She's squinting at a house of cards, fingers hovering over each wall before retreating. (Right now, she's on the second floor.)
Come watch, come build, come give unsolicited advice-- but whatever you do, try not to breathe too heavily.
[oco: open for the weekend. yes, I'm starting the "thank God it's the weekend" party early!]
If you know her, though, you'll notice the twitch on her lips that means she's not too displeased.
Before long, Melpomene's reclining in a booth, her boots propped on the table and an unlit cigarette sitting absently in her mouth. She's squinting at a house of cards, fingers hovering over each wall before retreating. (Right now, she's on the second floor.)
Come watch, come build, come give unsolicited advice-- but whatever you do, try not to breathe too heavily.
[oco: open for the weekend. yes, I'm starting the "thank God it's the weekend" party early!]