The odd sound of wet rubber slapping against the sleek floor should be explained if one were to look to the entrance, from where Control was walking in, looking calm and content with himself. If one had only caught glimpse of his face rather than what he was wearing, they probably would have incorrectly assumed that he was just another patron
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Oh, right. She'll have to walk there. So the blue-haired space pirate walks up to what she thinks is the most bizarre person currently in the bar.
"Isn't it a bit cold for a swim?"
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He was going to have one hell of a cold in the morning.
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His cup of coffee suddenly popped into existence and he sipped from it cheerfully.
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