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[Pre-OOM: Business or Pleasure?: Part 2]

Oh there ain't no rest for the wicked
Money don't grow on trees

[ Part 1]Mordecai isn't expecting a lot from his room aboard the shuttle. The flight wasn't the best, the ship wasn't the nicest, and the price was the only argument for his choice. That having been said, when the masked bandito pushes open the

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There was a girl seated nearby, long dark hair swinging casually over her shoulder, obscuring her face. She glanced up a little when he came in, but now she was staring at a book, thick and bound with leather. There was a small frown on her face.

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Mordecai stands around for a minute or so, looking back at the door, then at the bar again, then once more at the door. Maybe he took a wrong turn somewhere?

"Um." He raises his voice, hoping to catch somebody's attention. "EITHER YOU PEOPLE ARE LOST, OR I AM. ISN'T THIS ROOM #35?"

He was so sure it had said #35 on the door, and he knows his key fit that door specifically, so why all the confusion?

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Usually Lirael was not so eager to get involved in other people's problems, thought the bar was rather empty. Besides he was distracting her. A very quiet voice emanated from the booth to the left of him.

"Erm...is there any chance you can keep it down."

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Mordecai almost doesn't hear the quiet little voice coming from his left and is about the call out again when the words reach him, forcing him to turn and find their source. He isn't sure if he's in the wrong or they are, but his mood is not improving either way.

"What?" His eyes land on a small girl sitting by herself, and he can't help but frown. "Aren't you a little young to be in a bar? Also, where the hell is Room #35?"