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This isn't the bathroom...
A few seconds ago, everything was so normal...
Anya pauses at the door, confused. She slowly pokes her head in, scanning the bizarre room in front of her that is most definitely not the bathroom. Suddenly she feels a strong tug and stumbles over the threshold. The door smacks shut behind her, the click of the lock surprisingly deafening in the already noisy... bar?
Well, Anya knows bars. She and bars are good friends. She walks slowly, almost cautiously to the Bar and sits down on one of the stools, tugging her robe in close around her. No one is immediately apparent, but something about this place seems special.
"Uhm... a mimosa please?"
Just to her left in a snazzy crystal glass appears a deliciously well balanced mimosa on a clean napkin. She smiles, claps her hands like a five year old and takes a sip. Her nerves somewhat calmed, she scans the room for something, anything friendly.
Anya pauses at the door, confused. She slowly pokes her head in, scanning the bizarre room in front of her that is most definitely not the bathroom. Suddenly she feels a strong tug and stumbles over the threshold. The door smacks shut behind her, the click of the lock surprisingly deafening in the already noisy... bar?
Well, Anya knows bars. She and bars are good friends. She walks slowly, almost cautiously to the Bar and sits down on one of the stools, tugging her robe in close around her. No one is immediately apparent, but something about this place seems special.
"Uhm... a mimosa please?"
Just to her left in a snazzy crystal glass appears a deliciously well balanced mimosa on a clean napkin. She smiles, claps her hands like a five year old and takes a sip. Her nerves somewhat calmed, she scans the room for something, anything friendly.
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Anya smiles and leans in, whispering, "It's okay though, I like it."
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"Yeah," she says. "It's ... I dunno, easy to spell? Except people always try E-v-a, and I'm just like, nope. Nice try." She eyes both mimosa and robe. "Is there secretly a day spa around here that nobody's telling me about?"
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She feels like she missed the logic train somewhere.
"Uh," she says.
"Are you sure you didn't just think this was going to be your bathroom? Because I thought it was gonna be ... somewhere not here ... when I showed up."
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