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"Women have been blaming men for most everything since time began," River said with a smile and a shrug. "I see no reason to stop a perfectly fine tradition now." Ordering herself a shot of tequila, with a lager to chase it with, River waited until the bartender had gone off to fill the order before looking back to Donna.

"God, yes," she admitted with a half-laugh and half-groan. "I think I passed boredom around the time we returned to the city, in fact. I really don't know how you all have stood it for this long. It's positively maddening!" Of course, there was the fun of the city doing strange things to people. And the fact that there were people in one location who should never be in the same area at the same time. And probably a handful of other things, too. But really, it reminded River far too much of still being stuck in that prison cell for her to ever really warm to being trapped.

Knocking back the shot as soon as it arrived, she eyed Donna for a moment before finally setting the shotglass down and asking, "So I'm going to take a wild guess that things didn't work out with Sam as you'd hoped. Am I close?" And no, she hadn't seen anything more that Donna had said on her network post or anything of the sort. River just knew, far, far too well the look of a woman who had feelings for someone who didn't seem to reciprocate.

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