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[no_war_here]

When new arrivals come to Milliways, some get distracted by the variety of patrons. Some can't tear their eyes from the observation window. Others are just blown away by finding a bar in their closet/bathroom/office/whatever.

This young man is looking at none of these.

He's staring at his ex-girlfriend.

Milliways? Meet Mark Fossie.

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[didntseeit]

Ajedrez could be sympathetic. After all, at least her and Sands had had some privacy.

She could be.

Alas, she is a little too drunk, and thus she's just watching him.

[no_war_here]

After a moment, he remembers to look around at what should have been the utility closet. He spots Ajedrez and just blinks.

He's certain that Mary Anne is real; everything else is still up in the air.

"Hi."

[didntseeit]

"Hey." It's a quiet voice, educated and fairly American. Fairly American, there is a chaser of something a little more south, a little more latin.

"Welcome to Milliways, need a drink?"

[no_war_here]

He nods.

"Absolutely. Do you mind if I..." He gestures to a vacant chair at her table.