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Though she was a little old (or... too serious) for something like a bachelorette party, it seemed only right to show up late and at least acknowledge the staffer who was getting married. Card and cash contribution dropped off, party's tab paid, girls safely headed home or somewhere else - it was her turn for a drink before she went home for the evening. She preferred to keep her liquor to a minimum and always, always in something resembling solitude. Of course, the poor bartender who had been all but literally roped into the party had very loud accessories. They weren't really one and the same with solitude.

"Oh, I don't know... I think there are a few places in town you could go right now and feel perfectly at home. I just don't know where they are."

OPEN WHERE the last call

" all dressed up with nowhere to go. " a bright blue boa was wrapped around orion's neck, but feathers of all different colors littered the floor of the bar. this was always how it went when a bachelorette party blew through - at least this time he got a fun accessory out of it. he began sweeping up the carnage with a whistle on his lips, adding stray beads and even a pink cowboy hat to his ensemble as he worked.

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Maggie accepted the handshake with a smile of research well-done. Just because she hadn't met Amina properly didn't mean much; she'd met the woman's parents and knew the clinic was hiring a doctor who would return to her hometown. That the person was a woman sat very well with Mags.

"I'm much better with names when I match them with faces and handshakes," she admitted. "I'm glad you're back, though. The clinic has been in need of some TLC for a long while. Everything I've heard about you so far was good -- though a couple of the sources may have been a little biased in the best way. Do you have family here besides your parents?"

a smile adorns amina's features when the woman introduces herself. a little shocked that the mayor came in personally to meet her. a new doctor in town didn't seem like a big deal; at least to her.

"i did grow up here." a hand reaches out to shake the woman's hand. "You didn't have to come in. Not that it isn't a welcoming surprise."

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There was only one good reason to go the mad axe as far as Maggie was concerned -- and it involved a healthy outlet for abject rage. In her case, it was an approaching twentieth anniversary of something stupid. (Her marriage.) She couldn't entirely explain why a random evening in April, over two months before the formal anniversary, spiked something white hot in her, but it did. So here she was. That being said, Maeve Byrne's toss was something altogether more primal than she likely would've been able to conjure herself, so he was, admittedly, staring. In kinship. In awe.

She covered with a sip of her drink.

"No, actually. I was just admiring your handiwork," she said, tone level and face mostly neutral. "How many more do you think you have in you?"

LOCATION the mad axe

maeve, with whatever physical might was stored in her slender frame, hurled a weathered axe toward the center of the target. she let out a sound that was borderline primal, all the stress from the preceding months finally boiling over. at least the mad axe offered a socially acceptable place for her to throw sharp objects. the projectile landed a few inches left of the target and she went to grab the next when a spectator caught her eye. " do you have something to say? " she asked bitingly. everyone had something to say lately and it was her job to listen - she was so, so tired of listening. the axe left her grip and buried itself into the edge of the target.

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Text || Maggie & Sofia

[ 04/05/24 2300 ] Maggie: I just stumbled into a free day tomorrow. What are the odds you have one, too?

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It wasn't her usual business meeting, but it couldn't be said Maggie was above meeting with a few select city council members over drinks on rare occasion. That had been the occasion tonight, though instead of a business meeting, it was a bit of a musing on what had happened over Valentines Day and, more broadly, what it meant that David Walker was dead. Not the most pleasant topic, to be sure. Once the conversation was done and her... colleagues.. departed, Maggie returned to the bar alone for something different.

"Sticking with red wine tonight," she answered, looking at the woman next to her. Twinges of attraction were not uncommon around town, and she felt another one now. She took a sip from her glass as a way of burying it and also emphasizing her statement. "Beer is usually my last choice. But if you want something with bubbles, you could try champagne. Or a vodka soda. Those are my other go-to drinks."

Location: Last Call

Open

It felt odd to be on the other side of the bar. In a rare turn of events, she had the night off and decided to make the most of it. Finding a worn out stool, she wedged herself into the corner and leaned over the counter to pour a beer. “Sorry,” she said unapologetically to her colleague, bringing the glass to her lips.

The last time she’d been drinking at a bar was nearly a year ago on a quiet Tuesday night. It didn’t quite fill the void of fun she had been looking for. Although, the appeal of drinking lost itself on all the nights she watched people make mistakes.

As she drank, she watched familiar faces fill the space. Every so often waving at regulars or those that she was friendly with. The longer she sat, the more she realized that she hadn’t really been living these last few years. She knew these people through their complaints or stories or moments in passing. Somehow she was just existing, riding on the tailcoats of everyone else’s stories as she went through the motions of working, breathing, eating, sleeping, working repeating.

Tonight she wanted to have fun and feel what it felt to be without responsibilities. So she did, starting with the person seated beside her. “What are you drinking? The beer is flat tonight and I need a better alternative.”

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Maggie had been trying to get over to the new clinic in town for at least three days, but hadn't even come close until this afternoon. It was her own personal touch, welcoming new businesses to town in person. This was one she was especially glad to have, an operating clinic with a well-reviewed physician. This one would be the one of the points of her mayoral legacy she could use to override her ex-husband. He'd had one goal, had failed to meet it, and she had done it. She was actually surprised someone answered the door, running late though she was. She already had a business card out to leave in the door with her regrets for missing them composed on the back. "Hi. I'm sorry for stopping by after closing. I'll keep this brief. I'm Maggie, the mayor. I just wanted to welcome you to town. Or... back to town? You grew up here, right?"

location: the clinic

who: open

amina had been back in town for a week now. her parents were adamant she took a little amount of time getting sterling settled before she threw herself into her work. the distraction was needed, a way to numb herself from the grief and anxiety that ripped through her.

the clinic had been closed for the last five minutes, amina grabs her bag, about to leave, when the door bell chimes. "we are...." she shakes her head. "how can I help you?"

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► basics;

Full Name: Magnolia June Robinson-Bell  Nickname/Preferred Name: Mags, Maggie Age: 43 Birthday:  August 2, 1980 Zodiac:  Leo sun, Aries moon, Taurus rising Sexual Orientation:  Bisexual (not openly) Relationship Status:  Divorced Religion:  Find one that accepts female power & she'll discuss Occupation: Mayor, Oxbow Ridge; Estate Attorney

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Place of Birth:  San Francisco, CA Hometown: San Francisco, CA Education:  B.A. Public Relations (Gonzaga 2002), J.D. (University of Montana, 2005)

► physical;

Faceclaim: Kerry Washington Eye Color:  Brown Hair Color: Brown Height:  1.63m (5'4") Weight:  53kg (117 lbs) Tattoos, Birthmarks, Scars, etc: tbd

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Father:  Charles Robinson Father’s Status:  Alive Father’s Occupation: Accountant (retired)   Mother:  Patricia Mae Williams Robinson Mother’s Status:  Alive Mother’s Occupation:  Florist Siblings:  tbd

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Positive Traits: resilient, resourceful, capable

Negative Traits:  taciturn, isolated, unyielding

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Zodiac: Leo ☀ | Aries ☾ | Taurus ↑

MBTI: ENTJ-A; The Commander

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