Sitting by the fireplace, Alec is hunched over fumbling on the strings of an instrument that looks to be a cross between an guitar and a lute. He's got some sheet music spread out in front of him as he plucks and strums his way through it. It's not cat screechingly bad. More like someone who needs to practice more often than they are. And that's
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Mira storms into the bar, slamming her blaster down on the surface of the bar and quietly fuming while rubbing her temples. She won't let this throw her off her game, she won't. It's not like her, even though it's him again
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