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milliways_bar2006-02-21 08:43 pm
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Entrance Post
A few lightbulbs flicker throughout the bar - particularly any that happen to be neon - as the door swings open. Anyone who cares enough to crane their neck to look will see a rather abandoned-looking pool patio adorned with a quite obviously false blue concrete palm tree at the edge. Behind the patio sits a strip-style motel, done over in peeling shades of pink paint. The horizon behind it is flat, far, and blue - a sure sign that the place is on the edge of a desert.
The young man who steps into the doorframe is dressed in a black suit jacket and pressed pants, with a bright red silk shirt beneath, the lapels wide and pointed. It's the sort of suit people of the 1990s would expect to see on gamblers, or bowlers, or generally hip swingsters of that ilk. His wingtip shoes are wet, and the clothes hang oddly from his thin frame, as though he put them on while his skin was still wet.
Slicking his wet brown hair back on his head, Johnny Destiny raises an eyebrow and looks around.
"Hey, cool. Not exactly what I had in mind, but." He shrugs, then raises his voice slightly to anyone who'd care to hear him.
"Hi there! ... Don't suppose anyone here's got a towel?"
The young man who steps into the doorframe is dressed in a black suit jacket and pressed pants, with a bright red silk shirt beneath, the lapels wide and pointed. It's the sort of suit people of the 1990s would expect to see on gamblers, or bowlers, or generally hip swingsters of that ilk. His wingtip shoes are wet, and the clothes hang oddly from his thin frame, as though he put them on while his skin was still wet.
Slicking his wet brown hair back on his head, Johnny Destiny raises an eyebrow and looks around.
"Hey, cool. Not exactly what I had in mind, but." He shrugs, then raises his voice slightly to anyone who'd care to hear him.
"Hi there! ... Don't suppose anyone here's got a towel?"
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