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She looked so out of place it was almost funny. Actually she looked like one of those stereotypical virgins who usually has one of those unicorns following her around. White dress, hair falling straight down around her shoulders, wide eyes. Almost an innocent expression. Innocent except for the circles around her eyes that gave her raccoon face. She was tired. Red-rimmed eyes and slumped shoulders.
She ordered a bottle of Jack Daniels and gave the bartender a look that said if you don't give it to me I'll get it somewhere else. Also a look that was vaguely reminiscent of someone's mother.
It was bait more than it was for her. Though she did want to get quite thoroughly trashed. It was bait, because the last time she had come here she had found him there. Actually the last time she had come in here was to say hello to someone she had never, ever thought to meet. Her Sorcerer's fault. In so many senses of the word, but now she was back. Half clinging to the faint hope that she might find him here again, or at least someone interesting.
The Jack was looking better and better all the time. She produced a styrofoam cup out of nowhere. Just to keep with tradition.
She ordered a bottle of Jack Daniels and gave the bartender a look that said if you don't give it to me I'll get it somewhere else. Also a look that was vaguely reminiscent of someone's mother.
It was bait more than it was for her. Though she did want to get quite thoroughly trashed. It was bait, because the last time she had come here she had found him there. Actually the last time she had come in here was to say hello to someone she had never, ever thought to meet. Her Sorcerer's fault. In so many senses of the word, but now she was back. Half clinging to the faint hope that she might find him here again, or at least someone interesting.
The Jack was looking better and better all the time. She produced a styrofoam cup out of nowhere. Just to keep with tradition.