Servants' Quarters back porch, Friday evening

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It was a warm, humid evening, so when Nadia grabbed her guitar and headed to the Servants' Quarters just after dusk, she brought with her a small cooler of ice and mixers as well. Walter had said he'd provide the rum.

She settled herself in on the porch and started plucking a soft, spanish lullaby on the guitar as she looked out over the swamp and the glimmering fireflies.

All she needed now was Walter.

[ooc: for Walter, please.]