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Gwenog Jones (haveyoumet_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Gwenog was keeping an eye on the door leading from the stairs and eventually saw an assortment of men and women leaving. There seemed to be a reasonable number, a bit of a cross-section of people. Moon hadn't appeared, but she assumed he was doing whatever clearing up had to be done. She was picking at the large chicken and salad sandwich she'd ordered and debating whether to get chips too when a woman made her way over. She appeared to have come from the class, but be slightly behind everyone else, but she was also wearing some rather less workout-driven clothing than most of the others were.

She apparently knew Gwenog too. And not just in a 'you are a famous person' way. Something in the tone clearly indicated some sort of acquaintance. She wasn't really in the mood to deal with... whoever she was. Sure she had good legs, and looked pretty cute, but she had no clue where she knew her from.

"Do I know you?" she asked bluntly.