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Oct 20, 2009 22:50
[Some days after
this
.]
It's late evening.
Andrew's sitting at a table not far from the bar, with a half-empty glass of scotch at his elbow.
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presidentpythia
October 21 2009, 02:56:06 UTC
The woman who walks through the door looks tired, but composed all the same.
Roslin crosses the room to the bar and says,
"Ambrosia, please?"
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stilljustandrew
October 21 2009, 03:00:21 UTC
He looks up sharply.
It doesn't necessarily mean anything. Lots of worlds have drinks or desserts called 'ambrosia.' He's just, well ... seeing ghosts.
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presidentpythia
October 21 2009, 03:02:22 UTC
She turns away from the bar with the glass in her hand, and looks around the room as she searches for a free table.
Her glance meets his, and Roslin gives him a polite nod and a slight, yet warm, smile.
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stilljustandrew
October 21 2009, 03:05:25 UTC
He nods back. Doesn't quite smile.
(There's a look in his eyes that he's not aware of. Something wounded; something lost.)
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Roslin crosses the room to the bar and says,
"Ambrosia, please?"
Reply
It doesn't necessarily mean anything. Lots of worlds have drinks or desserts called 'ambrosia.' He's just, well ... seeing ghosts.
Reply
Her glance meets his, and Roslin gives him a polite nod and a slight, yet warm, smile.
Reply
(There's a look in his eyes that he's not aware of. Something wounded; something lost.)
Reply
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