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[watching_you]

As Veronica enters the bar today, trudging in from the rooms upstairs, her entire body is carried with a kind of anxious energy. Brow drawn, she takes in the whole room with a defiant, challenging glare, as though expecting a fight to break out at any moment

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[wannab_hokage]

A boy walked up to her, "Does ramen count, sis?"

He'll owe her.

[watching_you]

She gives him a quick once-over.

"How old are you?"

[wannab_hokage]

"Twelve," he said, "What of it?"

[watching_you]

"Not old enough to drink, then," she says, and considers this, glancing back down at her paper. "It doesn't really specify… Okay, ramen should count. Order away, kid."

[particularskill]

Mills has been out at the range today. Post-range time requires beer. Hence why he was sitting at the bar, enjoying a cold one.

He gives her a long look, glancing at the piece of paper in her hand and back into her eyes.

"Bad news?"

[watching_you]

She starts as he speaks.

"Oh, I didn't even notice you there. Sorry, just… distracted."

A quick smile, the kind that doesn't quite make it to her eyes.

"No, no. Not really."

[particularskill]

"Not really," he drawls back. He reaches across and pushes out a bar stool for her.

Not much gets passed Mills, not where Veronica is concerned.

"What are you drinking?"

[watching_you]

"The round," she reminds him, insistent, "is on me."