A fairly concerned-looking man walked into the bar, head down and holding some sort of old-style laptop. He briskly made his way across the room, making eye contact with no-one. Obviously distracted, he bumped straight into some drunk dancer.
Watsch where ye goin'!
He looks up and simply waves the drunk man off, as to say sorry. Quickly, he finds a seat under the table with the dimmest light and opens up the laptop. The bright aura of the screen lights up and he busily starts typing away.
After a while, he looks up and makes eye contact with someone - He quickly closes the laptop as they approach his table.
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