mal3factor
"Ok..."
►Norah muttered, tucking her towel away in the drawer behind the bar before she finally approached the rather dull and upset looking customer who had sat there for what seemed like the whole night, with the busy crowd, Norah had failed to notice until the crowd withered away, the music stopped and the lights came on that there was still an occupant, aimlessly at over a scotch.
"I hate doing this... But we're closing soon, and I really have to ask you to leave..."
►It was then she felt the pang of guilt that she shouldn't have, this was her job.
"Are you all right? You seem a little down in the dumps."
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"Oh--
Shit, hey. What--
What are you doing here?"
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keah: i saw a street performer actually catch her hair on fire today so that was cool i guess
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mal3factor
"Will you stop saying that, for god's sake."
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