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If there's one thing that's been a pleasant surprise about the damned island, it's that the drink is both available and, in the grander scheme of things, fairly acceptable.
To think of herself as a regular at the Hub would be to admit that there's anything permanent about the situation, but it's far from Tessa's first afternoon at the bar, drinking quite reasonable local gin and meditating on how absolutely, perfectly bored she is. The magical powers were a pleasant blip on the radar, but it's been some time since then, and her routine has hardly changed -- oversleeping, walks on the beach, yet another of the endless mysteries the bookshelf sees fit to provide her with.
At this point, she'd even welcome Harry with open arms; whatever else she's been able to say about him, things were never terribly boring when the pair of them worked together.
She sighs and slides her empty glass across the bar, not looking up from the ring of condensation it's left on the wood.
"Another, if you wouldn't mind."
To think of herself as a regular at the Hub would be to admit that there's anything permanent about the situation, but it's far from Tessa's first afternoon at the bar, drinking quite reasonable local gin and meditating on how absolutely, perfectly bored she is. The magical powers were a pleasant blip on the radar, but it's been some time since then, and her routine has hardly changed -- oversleeping, walks on the beach, yet another of the endless mysteries the bookshelf sees fit to provide her with.
At this point, she'd even welcome Harry with open arms; whatever else she's been able to say about him, things were never terribly boring when the pair of them worked together.
She sighs and slides her empty glass across the bar, not looking up from the ring of condensation it's left on the wood.
"Another, if you wouldn't mind."