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Carl hasn't been in the bar all that often (things have been a weird combination of both quiet and chaotic out in Africa) but when it shows up for him tonight, he's grateful for the chance to get a hot shower.
So he leaves a note for Trudy at the bar, heads upstairs, and cleans himself up.
Once he's through with that, he's back downstairs and settled in a comfortable booth. He's stretched out across one bench seat with a book in his hands (it is not a romance novel, at least not tonight -- tonight it's a guide to vegetable gardening) and a beer close by.
He's hoping his girlfriend is around, but he's botherable by anyone.
So he leaves a note for Trudy at the bar, heads upstairs, and cleans himself up.
Once he's through with that, he's back downstairs and settled in a comfortable booth. He's stretched out across one bench seat with a book in his hands (it is not a romance novel, at least not tonight -- tonight it's a guide to vegetable gardening) and a beer close by.
He's hoping his girlfriend is around, but he's botherable by anyone.