Halloween had come and passed and while Anita knew that the Island had turned some of the adults into children it could have been far worse. She had only to recall the past few Halloweens for proof of that
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"The one thing I hate about this island," Daniel said, coming in and pouring himself a cup of coffee, "is that it takes forever for hair to dry. It's just so damp." Not that his hair was particularly thick or long, but it was still a little damp in places from his shower almost two hours ago. Or maybe it was closer to an hour ago, he was never sure of the time.
She grinned. "Well we keep finding things so hairdryers can't be too far off, can they?" Not that she worried about using them, but with the way things showed up it was very likely they would eventually find one.
"I'm good. Trying to relax. It's actually going well today. Other than worrying about wet hair how are you?" She took a sip of her coffee.
"I'm...better." Daniel took a seat next to her. "I don't think I told you and I don't know if you've heard, but...Owen left. Went home." He ran a hand through his hair, hoping that would get it to dry faster.
"Oh." It was difficult to be reminded that people could leave at any time. "How long ago did it happen?" She wasn't good at comforting, but talking seemed to help Daniel before so she was going to go with that for now.
For the most part, Alice tried to avoid the woman who looked like Rain. It was hard, especially since they were both on the IPD, but somehow she managed it.
Alice was good at hiding. Mostly from herself.
But that morning when she found herself in the same room as Anita Blake, she didn't turn away. Not this time.
"Hi," she said, casually enough and with a half-smile as she went to get herself her own mug of coffee.
"Hello." Anita did her best to smile as she took a sip of her coffee. It was a bit weird to know that she reminded this other woman of someone. She supposed another person looking exactly like her was just a matter of statics really, but it was taking some getting used you to. And that her knowing that it was just that much harder for Alice.
"The coffee is really good today." For small talk it was lacked quite a bit, but she had never been good at this.
"Really?" Alice gave the coffee pot a suspicious look. "That makes a change. It usually tastes like something that was brewed in someone's boot." She should know; she'd tried it once. Boot-coffee actually wasn't as bad as it sounded, but it was still pretty bad.
She took her coffee black and turned, leaning against the counter as she looked at Anita. Fuck, but she still couldn't get over the resemblance. There was no point dwelling on it, though.
"I've always felt any coffee was good coffee, but yeah you're right. I suppose beggars can't be choosers though." She was just glad they had something. This place without coffee would have been almost intolerable.
"We'd probably have some sort of uprising if there wasn't coffee..or tea for that matter." Though she never quite managed to understand how people could prefer it.
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"How're you doing, Anita?"
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"I'm good. Trying to relax. It's actually going well today. Other than worrying about wet hair how are you?" She took a sip of her coffee.
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Alice was good at hiding. Mostly from herself.
But that morning when she found herself in the same room as Anita Blake, she didn't turn away. Not this time.
"Hi," she said, casually enough and with a half-smile as she went to get herself her own mug of coffee.
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"The coffee is really good today." For small talk it was lacked quite a bit, but she had never been good at this.
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She took her coffee black and turned, leaning against the counter as she looked at Anita. Fuck, but she still couldn't get over the resemblance. There was no point dwelling on it, though.
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"We'd probably have some sort of uprising if there wasn't coffee..or tea for that matter." Though she never quite managed to understand how people could prefer it.
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