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The door simply opens and shuts, letting a young woman, primly dressed, enter. The business jacket and modest skirt are both navy blue, with a school crest blazoned on the lapel. Her hair is pulled back into a neat twist- but no, no glasses. The lady can see well enough without any such thing, thank you.

Under one arm is a book. Gilt-topped pages, bound in blind-stamped morocco, that exudes the aura of rare first edition. Old and well-kept, but it's not hers.

As Athena glances around the bar, the person said book belongs to, from whom she borrowed it quite a few years ago, is nowhere to be seen. Well, that should have been expected.

With an exceedingly faint shrug, she starts over toward the bar.

(New mun with a char that's been played here before- but I am starting her over with a fresh slate. Thank you!)

(And, the mun is off for sleep. Post is open for tags for the next couple of days for slowtimes!)

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Melpomene's by the bar, with a short glass of whiskey.

She's really concentrating on that rich taste.

Athena does have a book to deliver, but that should only take but a moment. So, a minute or two later, glass of wine in hand, she sits down a couple bar stools away. Close enough for conversation, far enough for distance-

Because she understands all too well wanting to go somewhere to get away from Family.

Melpomene looks over, with a small, ironic smile.

"Well, this is unexpected."

She'll answer that ironic smile with a slightly raised eyebrow.

"Unexpected in what way, exactly?"

She shrugs, lightly.

"Didn't think you were the bar-at-the-end-of-the-universe type, that's all."

An answering shrug in return.

"This place has its benefits. Drawbacks as well, but they fade from the mind more easily with time."

"Oh? And what are those?"

"For the benefits, or drawbacks?" She raises an eyebrow, but her lips twitch in slight amusement.

"The location here may not have much in the way to speak for it, aside from its accessibility. So, as for any bar, pub, inn or tavern-

"It comes down to the people, Melpomene. Doesn't it always?"

She nods, quietly.

"As always, your insights are right on."

A simple shrug in acknowledgement- she won't deny that, but nor would it do to say anything upon it, after all this time. Athena tilts her glass of wine, studying the light through the glass and liquid, then looks back over to Melpomene.

"Is there another name you prefer here, that I should be calling you by?"

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