Quietly sipping her Martini, the woman in the white trenchcoat watched in silence as the bar sprouted to life around her; unobserved, from her couch in the far corner, she followed the various discussions, picked up faces, names, places, relationships, putting the puzzle together inside her head. Now suddenly, as if she got enough of her little private game, she rises from the couch, emerging to the brighter lights of the bar as she walks to the counter, leaving the empty glass and a hundred credit bill.
"Here, for the decent Martini, the parking lot, and the... atmosphere. I'll be back... maybe."
The woman throws a last glance at the bar with her green eyes, then placidly walks to the exit door.
The paint was hard to look at. I never liked vibrant... things. I forgot how hard it was to breathe without my mask... beginning to rethink this whole thing... hope the bartender has some... heh.
Fro Errant entered, immediately seating himself near the bartender.
"Hey pal, you got any cardi sticks?" He asked. The bartender said nothing. A few moments later he passed a smoke to Fro.
"You're a life saver." Fro said before lighting the stick.
Now that's more like it. An interesting bunch of people this is eh? Good music... might as well stick around.
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