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milliways_bar2006-02-01 10:08 pm
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Angela is down in the bar, with her mp3 player, her head bobbing along with the music, some mid-21st century neo-punk or something.
Or the Grateful Dead.
Hey, if she can't smoke pot anymore, at least she can listen to the Dead.
As usual, she's wearing baggy black clothing and too much makeup. She's eating a burger and fries and drinking a coke.
She'll pop the earbuds out of her ears if you want to talk to her.
Or the Grateful Dead.
Hey, if she can't smoke pot anymore, at least she can listen to the Dead.
As usual, she's wearing baggy black clothing and too much makeup. She's eating a burger and fries and drinking a coke.
She'll pop the earbuds out of her ears if you want to talk to her.
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"Um."
She swallows. "I'm sorry, Lady Selae," she says, the words tripping over each other to leave her mouth, "b-but I think I need to go upstairs, I'm suddenly not feeling terribly well..."
She stands on legs that barely hold her up.
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"...Oh, of course, Lady Angela. I hope you feel better soon. I cannot Heal very well, otherwise I would offer."
A pause.
"If I can be of any further assistance, please, do not hesitate to come find me."
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