Lacey Thornfield / The Middleman / Milliways

[mmausten]

It's not every day a certain struggling artist opens the door to what she thinks is the illegal sublet she shares (with her best friend, another photogenic young artist) and ends up walking into some kind of bar (where said friend is nowhere to be found

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[goodheadbadhead]

"Your door's gone missing too, then?" asks a cheerful voice from the nearest corner.

[confrontspeak]

"So it would seem," says Lacey, who hardly seems weirded out by that fact, interestingly enough.

Sorry!

[goodheadbadhead]

"You seem remarkably unsurprised."

[confrontspeak]

"I don't know," she says, shrugging one shoulder.

"I guess out of all the places I could've wound up in, a bar doesn't seem that out of the ordinary."

[nam_flyer]

"New here, huh?"

Murdock's sitting on a barstool, idly spinning himself around, and grinning.

"It does that."

[confrontspeak]

Her eyes track his movement as he slowly spins.

And then she shakes her head and refocuses.

"Does what?"

[nam_flyer]

"Just opens up on ya, then leaves ya with no immediate means out." He smiled, "It means you're supposed to pull up a seat and hang around for a while."

[confrontspeak]

Lacey wrinkles up her nose at the apparent hopelessness of the situation.

"Oh, phooey."