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Sands hasn’t been around the bar much recently*, but no matter what (or who) you’re trying to avoid, the risk of bumping into it starts to seem a whole lot more appealing after a few weeks skulking in your room.

So he’s sat at the bar with a cigarette, and if the glare he’s giving all patrons within a two metre radius is anything to go by, he would much rather be somewhere else entirely.

Preferably Mexico.


*which is entirely because he’s antisocial, and has nothing whatosever to do with his mun neglecting him.

[ooc: my laptop is being wacky. If I disappear, it's probably exploded or something. It's time for the sleeping. All tags will be picked up tomorrow!]