About the time that Ava is shaking that package, Liz is slipping through the Friday night crowd. She's wearing a black skirt, black tights, black flats, and a black sweater with the sleeves pushed up to her elbows; her camera is in one hand, the strap wrapped around her wrist.
She comes up to and leans on the bar, and asks for Polaroid film (she's carrying a digital camera, the heavy black kind with extra lenses and switches and buttons, but there is an old-school Polaroid back through that door that is running out of film).
That's when the giggling starts. Liz glances down a few stools and -- there. The younger woman is familiar, though it takes a moment to place her. Liz internally debates saying anything at all for a long moment, and then she says, "Knock knock joke written on the bottom?"
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She comes up to and leans on the bar, and asks for Polaroid film (she's carrying a digital camera, the heavy black kind with extra lenses and switches and buttons, but there is an old-school Polaroid back through that door that is running out of film).
That's when the giggling starts. Liz glances down a few stools and -- there. The younger woman is familiar, though it takes a moment to place her. Liz internally debates saying anything at all for a long moment, and then she says, "Knock knock joke written on the bottom?"