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When the door opens for Steph this time she is framed against the background of a busy street in Nairobi, instead of the quiet villages she's been in. She looks frazzled and tired and sore. And when she looks up and it's the bar, not the hotel lobby she expected, she looks very pleased.
"Finally. I missed you," she informs the gleaming countertop, when she makes her way over, limping a little more than usual.
A napkin.
"... aw, man, you need to sleep now? But I just got here."
Napkin.
"It wasn't my idea to turn up here this late," Steph says, scowling a little. "You could have napped earlier."
No, apparently, Bar couldn't. The napkin is very insistent. Steph sighs.
"Fine. Don't feel like cocktails, though."
This is apparently not something Bar cares about in the slightest.
Happy Hour: Everything's On Sale.
(Discounts at the bartender's discretion. So be nice.)
"Finally. I missed you," she informs the gleaming countertop, when she makes her way over, limping a little more than usual.
A napkin.
"... aw, man, you need to sleep now? But I just got here."
Napkin.
"It wasn't my idea to turn up here this late," Steph says, scowling a little. "You could have napped earlier."
No, apparently, Bar couldn't. The napkin is very insistent. Steph sighs.
"Fine. Don't feel like cocktails, though."
This is apparently not something Bar cares about in the slightest.
Happy Hour: Everything's On Sale.
(Discounts at the bartender's discretion. So be nice.)