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milliways_bar2004-09-21 07:41 pm
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Bill woke up a few hours ago, slumped over the table he'd bumped into and then sat down at after arriving last night - seems he was more tired than he'd suspected. He's just been watching people since then, but now his stomach is having a go at reminding him he hasn't eaten since lunch yesterday, so he heads over to the bar.
Trouble is, even though he's hungry, nothing really sounds particularly good.
"Er... bar? I need some food. Anything you'd recommend?" He digs some money out of a pocket and sets it on the bar; it disappears and is replaced with a plate of things that look exactly like onion rings don't. He picks one up, takes a bite, and smiles.
"Brilliant. Thanks very much." That done, he heads back over to the table (why change a perfectly good pattern?).
Trouble is, even though he's hungry, nothing really sounds particularly good.
"Er... bar? I need some food. Anything you'd recommend?" He digs some money out of a pocket and sets it on the bar; it disappears and is replaced with a plate of things that look exactly like onion rings don't. He picks one up, takes a bite, and smiles.
"Brilliant. Thanks very much." That done, he heads back over to the table (why change a perfectly good pattern?).