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milliways_bar2005-09-17 08:45 pm
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Once the moon had come up, Louis had gone into the city to walk, to hunt, to feed.
When he entered a bar to find the man who had mugged the young lady he had been hunting the previous night, he entered Milliways; with the sound of cars nipping at his heels, and a quiet meowing as a large cat followed him in, he steps inside.
"Oh."
And he looks around for the few he knows before heading to the bar, ordering a glass of red wine.
When he entered a bar to find the man who had mugged the young lady he had been hunting the previous night, he entered Milliways; with the sound of cars nipping at his heels, and a quiet meowing as a large cat followed him in, he steps inside.
"Oh."
And he looks around for the few he knows before heading to the bar, ordering a glass of red wine.