Bartending!

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Claire steps behind the bar, Seth sleeping in a baby sling around her neck. She wipes down the bar's surface and straightens the extra glasses, smiling at Charlie playing guitar in the corner.



"What can I get you?"





[[ooc: 6:45 EST: Wrap or slow-time from here on out, please *bats eyelashes*]]

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"Claire? What's going on?"

It's a familiar face, at least.

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Claire looks up at the voice and grins with relief. "Shannon! You found this place. Good."

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"And this place is...?"

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"Oh," She looks alarmed. She's never had to explain it before. "Milliways. It's the bar at the end of the universe."

She points to the observation window where all the universes are colliding in destructive blasts.

"Not everybody can find this place. Or, rather, the Bar doesn't bring just anybody in."

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"So I'm like, privileged or something?"

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Claire nods, still smiling. "Some people think we come here for protection. Some people can leave and others have to stay here indefinitely. Lots of us from the island have made it here at some point. Sawyer, Hurley, Walt. Sayid."

She smirks knowingly at Shannon. "Charlie and I live here. And Seth of course."

She rubs Seth's little head proudly.