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milliways_bar2009-09-26 01:07 pm
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The back door swings open, and a delicate green foot touches down. Warm air gusts in, bringing with it the scent of flowers that are out of season, and not native to Scotland in the first place.
Ivy glances around, one eyebrow arching.
Bars.
Despite the fact that she would much rather be outside than in this cramped, dank excuse for alcoholism, Ivy is, in fact, on a mission. She strides coolly across the room, smiling a faint, peculiar smile at a passing waitrat, and pauses, for a moment, as if deciding where to sit down.
[ooc: I knew I was forgetting something! Open at least through the weekend. :D]
Ivy glances around, one eyebrow arching.
Bars.
Despite the fact that she would much rather be outside than in this cramped, dank excuse for alcoholism, Ivy is, in fact, on a mission. She strides coolly across the room, smiling a faint, peculiar smile at a passing waitrat, and pauses, for a moment, as if deciding where to sit down.
[ooc: I knew I was forgetting something! Open at least through the weekend. :D]