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Nov. 16th, 2013 01:25 amA woman walks through the door. She doesn't stop, and you'd have to be watching her to notice the brief hesitation in her stride.
Her shoulders relax and, while she glances at the message board, she continues to the Bar. She sits on a stool, glancing across the room.
She looks like any middle-aged businesswoman who just got off work, and is trying to figure out just how far she can push the definition of weekend. She casts a glance of mild impatience behind the bar, presumably for the absent bartender.
She's not a business woman, and it's not her day off. Her plane is halfway over the Pacific, and she's very lost.
Her shoulders relax and, while she glances at the message board, she continues to the Bar. She sits on a stool, glancing across the room.
She looks like any middle-aged businesswoman who just got off work, and is trying to figure out just how far she can push the definition of weekend. She casts a glance of mild impatience behind the bar, presumably for the absent bartender.
She's not a business woman, and it's not her day off. Her plane is halfway over the Pacific, and she's very lost.
