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milliways_bar2006-12-16 10:34 pm
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When Nick ventures down from his room, he is not in the best of moods. After his conversation with Puck, a few things - tiny, mundane details - brought themselves to light in his mind, and now he cannot stop blaming himself.
So he does what any sensible man would do, and orders a drink.
The drink - Scotch, on the rocks - appears within seconds, but there is something odd about it.
It's resting atop a hardcover book. When Nick picks it up and reads the gold print along its side, he looks puzzled. The Great Gatsby, it reads. By F. Scott Fitzgerald.
176 pages and two and a half glasses of Scotch later, the book hits the floor with a very audible thud.
So he does what any sensible man would do, and orders a drink.
The drink - Scotch, on the rocks - appears within seconds, but there is something odd about it.
It's resting atop a hardcover book. When Nick picks it up and reads the gold print along its side, he looks puzzled. The Great Gatsby, it reads. By F. Scott Fitzgerald.
176 pages and two and a half glasses of Scotch later, the book hits the floor with a very audible thud.
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She rolls her eyes. "Which reminds me to introduce myself. I'm Mary Anne, pleased to meet you."