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The Bar takes Domino by surprise, as always. She pads through the door barefoot in her pajamas, her hair wrapped up in a purple towel. She curses, putting her hand against her forehead for a minute as memories of the bar return.
She shakes her head a little, and readjusts the purple towel turban. "Well, at least I bothered to put on my pajamas." Said pajamas are a pair of men's flannel pants in a red plaid print, and a loose grey t-shirt proclaiming itself to be from Generic University. It also says "Go fighting Mascots!"
Domino takes a seat at a table, rubbing her hair dry as she reabsorbs all the experiences she's had in the Bar. Then, she waves down a waitrat and asks for a beer, "To get my mouth to stop tasting like a sewer."
She leans back as she waits, grumbling about how bad Cable is at planning dates.
She shakes her head a little, and readjusts the purple towel turban. "Well, at least I bothered to put on my pajamas." Said pajamas are a pair of men's flannel pants in a red plaid print, and a loose grey t-shirt proclaiming itself to be from Generic University. It also says "Go fighting Mascots!"
Domino takes a seat at a table, rubbing her hair dry as she reabsorbs all the experiences she's had in the Bar. Then, she waves down a waitrat and asks for a beer, "To get my mouth to stop tasting like a sewer."
She leans back as she waits, grumbling about how bad Cable is at planning dates.