Re: Entrance
There was a certain kind of awe involved in watching a mostly blind man hit a dartboard well enough to win not one, but two prizes. "Good aim, man," she said, rendered pretty much speechless by that feat. "Wow." She took the bears from the booth, putting one under each arm before awkwardly opening the letter and reading it aloud. Her tone grew increasingly annoyed as she read. "You didn't tell me you knew my...blue-haired-turned-pink-haired courier." She looked up and around. "'My' courier," she said, growing increasingly indignant. "Who the hell does he think he is?" If she found him around here somewhere, she was going to tell him exactly 'whose' courier she was and where he could shove his goddamn letter. And then it occurred to her. "You know that guy?"