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Fiona Shepherd ☠ Ereshkigal (ladyofaralu) wrote in paxletalelogs,

Fiona walked through the bar, the tap of her flats against the hardwood swallowed by the music playing inside, some appropriately classic modern rock. In her skinny jeans and fitted red t-shirt emblazoned with a close-up of a bright green Tyrannosaurus Rex in a comic-book panel, his jaws open wide in a smile that showed all his teeth.

She wended her way through the crowd expertly, shifting between bodies until she got to the back. Immediately, she felt something. She recognized it -- it seemed to happen all the time these days, at Pax, at work, even with Karin, all to varying degrees. That little prickling at the back of her neck, the little breath of almost-memory...

But it was different now. It kind of reminded her of Julian, but not at all. She looked at the man in black.

"202?" she asked.