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[sky_from_sea]

Anna slips through the door of the Wasteland carrying a tote bag

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[rebelw_outclaws]

Russ moves past, on his way towards his usual corner.

Pauses. (It's the scent of blood. Hits him every time.)

He half-turns back, hands in his pockets. "Well, well. 'S been a while."

[sky_from_sea]

She swipes her tongue across her teeth--behind her lips, of course--and swallows.

"Russ."

Her eyebrows arch a little, almost delicately.

"Winter is a very busy time of year, you know."

[rebelw_outclaws]

A half-smile.

"Busy how?"

. . . Maybe it's a half-leer. Sort of.

[sky_from_sea]

"A little of this, a little of that."

She still looks very politely interested in conversation.

"A little bit of naked wrestling."

You know. Same old, same old.

[cheng_hu]

Daniel pokes his head in a little later, mostly to warm up his hands. Okay, okay. Thirty may be balmy relatively, but not to the fingers.

"And here I thought I was giving you space to work," he says at Anna's side, amused.

[sky_from_sea]

"Hmm?"

Anna looks up after a moment or two. It takes her even longer to focus on Daniel.

"Oh. Daniel. Hello."

Pulling her brain back from writing-space is hard sometimes.

"I couldn't--I thought I'd take a walk."

[cheng_hu]

"Me too." He gestures vaguely out the window. "You come right here, or go elsewhere on your journeys?"

[sky_from_sea]

Anna's smile is a small thing, and rueful.

"I wasn't really paying attention, except to making sure I didn't hit anyone's particular territory."

[bass_line_blues]

"Evening, Anna," Preston says, raising a hand from across the bar, where he's settled in with his bass.

If she wants to work, he won't bother her more; if she wants to talk, he'll happily meander over.

[sky_from_sea]

Anna looks up slowly, blinking until she comes back from--we'll call it daydreaming.

"Preston?"

She smiles, then, close-mouthed.

"It's been a while, huh?"

[bass_line_blues]

"Guess so," Preston agrees, with an answering smile.

"Time flies."

When you're not being chased by zombies or menaced by fundamentalists, anyways.

[sky_from_sea]

"It does."

She finishes off her glass of blood, standing and moving closer to Preston.

"I suppose you've been keeping yourself busy?"