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milliways_bar2007-08-05 11:06 pm
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A young woman enters, looking unperturbed, wearing men's clothing. Three guesses as to why that is?
Jack is finding this whole thing rather anticlimactic. He's having trouble with the hips, certainly, they're wider and keep hitting things like kitchen counters and doorframes. But at least, look on the bright side, his breasts are relatively small. Big ones he imagines would get in the way a frightful lot.
Jack is finding this whole thing rather anticlimactic. He's having trouble with the hips, certainly, they're wider and keep hitting things like kitchen counters and doorframes. But at least, look on the bright side, his breasts are relatively small. Big ones he imagines would get in the way a frightful lot.
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She looks like a scrawny hooker. Or maybe a druggie. Mousey, scruffy, wearing ancient and tattered hippie clothing that does nothing to flatter what little figure she has. Her hair is much longer, but still unkempt, and she still has pale skin, Irish features, and sad blue eyes.
The very clearly male outfit attracts her attention. She watches, wondering.
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Jack's voice. Slightly higher, but same inflections, just as sweet.
"And hazelnut toast with butter."
She tucks her hands into her pockets, awkwardly.
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She's GOT to be someone who's been switched... but who?
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"Are you out of yourself too?"
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"Isn't it odd?"
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"Oh! You look so pretty like that!"
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Slightly uncertain.
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Who does Jack know who normally looks like an underfed streetrat?
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Uncertain smile.
"Right?"
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She nods, but presses a finger to her lips.
"I've been telling everyone I'm called April."
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A line forms between her brows.
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"Jacqueline," she says by way of a greeting, settling back into her booth and raising her eyebrows at him.
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"Call me Jackie at least."
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"Enjoying yourself?"
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Jack nods, and can't help smiling.
"It's mostly the same."
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"That's - excellent to know. Sorted your life then, have you?"
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That's helped.
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Why yes, she is a little bitter. Why do you ask?
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She can't ask for much more.
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Or Andrei, although she's not going to ask that.
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Andrei-- he wishes she'd ask because he doesn't like the thought of him abandoned.
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