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[scion_of_amber]

Fiona has been in the Bar for a little bit, but after finishing her Moscow Mule (thanks to Mal), she has retreated somewhat. A booth, well-lit, and she's curled up with a book.

Perhaps Milliways isn't the best place to read, but sometimes you just need to be surrounded by people.

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[incoldwrit]

Truman hadn't been here for a while, and he'd been starting to wonder if he imagined it. Which of course means that it would show up again in the most inexplicable place: a train. He's startled for just a few seconds until he shakes his head, approaches the bar and orders a martini.

Looking for a place to sit, he finds himself looking at the face of someone vaguely familiar.

Which means that Fiona has a writer headed her way.

[scion_of_amber]

Fiona has always had a sixth sense about people around her, always. Which is why she looks up.

However, this was not someone she expected to see here.

"Truman Capote?"

[incoldwrit]

He breaks out into a grin. "Yes. You're Fiona Bariman, right?"

[scion_of_amber]

"Yes, Evelyn Flaumel's sister." And she smiles back at him. "I did not expect you to be here."

[witchoftwominds]

Agnes is making her rounds in the bar when she notices the woman in the booth. She waits until the other woman looks up from her book before politely asking, "Can I get you something?"

[scion_of_amber]

Fiona smiles at her.

"No, I'm all right. But thank you for asking."

[witchoftwominds]

"Okay, then. Well, I'm Angie, and I'm on duty here for a while longer, so just wave me down if you change your mind."

[scion_of_amber]

"And I'm Fiona. I"ll be sure to do just that."