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[tokilltherose]

Steve sat there and worked. Or it was something like work, anyway. There was a bar, and on the bar, he had a soda, a binder, and a pencil. The pencil's eraser was tapping on one of the pages - a picture of a house that looked like it'd been hit by falling rocks

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[bev_marsh]

Bev glances over idly, then again as she recognizes him.

"Hi--um, Steve, right?"

[tokilltherose]

"Huh?" There was some kind of train of thought there that had been interrupted, but all in all, he looked grateful for it.

"Yeah, hey... Your name starts with a B, right?" Truth was, he remembered her name, but couldn't remember if he was supposed to call her in full or in short. That was always the awkward part. "I don't want to make too much of an idiot of myself by calling you the wrong thing."

[bev_marsh]

She smiles a little.

"It's Beverly--but Bev's fine, too. I don't really mind which people use."

[tokilltherose]

"All right, Bev - as long as you're sure. ...Uh, want something to drink? Eat? Anything under... about four bucks?"