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[a_horne]

Cue the horns.

There's a Horne, too. Audrey is at the bar, looking remarkably -- artfully -- casual, with a Shirley Temple, swinging a maraschino cherry from its stem.

The cherry and her lips are approximately the same color.

She could get used to Milliways. Oh yes she could.

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[creator_raven]

There is a tall, skinny man seated nearby, hands plucking idly at the ragged sleeves of his coat.

He tilts his head, watching the movement of the cherry.

"It is meant to be bait, that?"

[a_horne]

Her head tilts a little, in the opposite direction.

Tall and skinny. And ragged. Not her type.

She's bored, though.

"I guess it depends on who wants to take it," Audrey says.

[creator_raven]

Raven grins, not quite laughing.

"It is almost wisdom, that, yes?"

[a_horne]

Audrey doesn't quite laugh either, or quite roll her eyes. "I like to think of it more as personal taste."