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[howling_laugh]

The door to Milliways opens to a blast of music. A crackly radio is playing Pitbull's 'I Know You Want Me' at what is probably its top volume. The growl of a motorcycle engine fades into the distance as someone pokes her head into the bar

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[weplayparts]

A redhead in a man's white dress shirt watches with growing interest.

Someone certainly knows how to make an entrance.

[howling_laugh]

She also appreciates having an audience. She lights up a cigarette, and winks.

[weplayparts]

A smirk; Saffron will give her that much, at least, as she lifts a hand in a small acknowledging wave.

[howling_laugh]

[OOC: Gah, I'm sorry about this. I would LOVE to have them thread but am mired in slowtimes. Can Coyote approach her next time we're both around?]

[un_fallen]

Raguel glances over toward the familiar presence from his seat at the bar. His face passes through a range of visible emotions, ending with a slight darkening of his expression, and he looks back into his beer.

Tall, dark, bubbling beer. It looks extremely appetizing and is absolutely no good as a conversational partner. He hunches further. Glances back.

[howling_laugh]

Coyote is lighting up a cigarette and glancing around. There's still time to retreat to a dark corner, Raguel.

[un_fallen]

He honestly considers it, though briefly. He's been wondering (and worrying) for so long about where she'd headed off to that now she's appeared, it feels like he's not so desperate to speak to her. But this needs to come to some sort of resolution eventually, as even he knows. It might as well be now.

He pulls out a cigarette of his own, lights it, draws on the end, and closes his eyes as the smoke wreaths around him.

[howling_laugh]

Someone settles at the bar next to him. Someone who smells like a dusty garage and a blowtorch, with a touch of leather.

"Got a light?" Her voice is a little rough.