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*A bloke runs into a bar. He is covered with scraps and stains of muck and garbage, that have been hastily brushed off his clothing to no avail. He looks as though he has recently been pitched into a rubbish skip -- which, in fact, he has.*

*He looks around and sees the nearly empty bar.*

FUCK!

*He goes up to the bar*

Bar? A room, if you don't mind. If the one I had before is free, that'll do. I need a frigging bath.

*room key appears on the bar*

Thanks. *he turns toward the stairs, then turns back*

Um, can I have a change of clothes as well? And a piece of paper and a pen? Thanks.

*clothing appears, including a clean trenchcoat. Also a piece of stationery watermarked with an ornate "M" and a lovely fountain pen*

*John sits on a bar stool and writes a note. When he's done, he folds the note in half, licks his finger and runs it along the edges, mumbling as he does so to magically seal the note*

*Before he heads up the stairs, clean clothing in hand, he pins the note to the noteboard*


*The note reads:*

Sorry I missed you. I ran into a bit of trouble and just got here. Got here as soon as I could.

I am upstairs in room 19.

I will be down later, definitely by happy hour if not before.

Or you could come up. Anytime. If you get here before I come down.

John the shit

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*she finds the note, and reads, and smiles a little bit. Then goes off grinning.*