Doll has a table for herself, her feet propped up on an empty chair. She snaps her knife open and shut, daydreaming. Someone has work in the morning.
Kite comes through the door with a laugh. She half-dances her way to the bar, where she orders wine. Her hair smells of woodsmoke and there is a stripe of ash on each cheekbone.
Aife just finished her Security shift. She's playing toss-catch with her badge while she waits on the rat with her margarita.
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