er... hello again

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

There are doors and then there are Doors.

Steve was not looking for a Door. It wasn't even on his mind. But once he steps through it, his breath catches a little and his eyes well up.

He's been gone a long time.


"Bar," he says as he gets onto a stool, "a chocolate egg cream, please."

Coming right up.

[ooc: A quick explainer.]

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[zerocharliexray]

"No time like the present," she tells him, all amiable encouragement even as she taps her now-empty drink on the bar top. "Another for me, sis, and if you wouldn't mind, a little somethin' for my friend Steve here."

She doesn't specify; Steve can, if he likes, or the Bar will provide. She's got faith.

Zinda picks up her fresh drink – cold beer in a bottle – and winks at him. "If you ever decide you want to pick it up, I'm a pretty good teacher, if I do say so myself."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Bar provides another egg cream. Steve pretty much only drinks alcohol when it’s a special occasion.

… or he’s really, really sad.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he tells Zinda.