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[mickandbono]

Jamie needs a break. So walking in to this bar at the end of the universe is quite a relief he can take all he needs. Where the omniversal bar he’s praying doesn’t know who Nikki Heat is. Or Jameson Rook for that matter. He just wants to take a breather that is New York. Maybe he can find someone willing to talk to him here.

Heaven knows that

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[hoopsonfire]

Well, what about the pale girl who does not have a clue about who he is?

You know, the one more likely to leave a knot in his brain than anything?

...

That one over there, in gothlike ensemble?

[mickandbono]

Jameson smiles at her and then sips his beer as he nods to her

[ooc: sorry RL Slapped me]

[hoopsonfire]

The young woman smiles back, even if a bit faintly.

Goths, right? The make-up is a telltale sign, along with the attire: leather and lace, and silk, low-riding pants, stompy boots, a rather skimpy top revealing a lot of pale skin.

[mickandbono]

"How are you miss?"