User:	thatjazz (posted by real_doll)
Date:	2008-05-02 14:01
Subject:	Open
Security:	Public

It's been a great night. No, it's been a swell night, Summer corrects herself, with a tiny frown. Texas was way behind her now. Chicago, and Chicago's idioms, are her present and her future.

The gala night went off swell, and she's not ready to go back to her rooms yet. A brief glance through the fellows waiting at the stage door dismisses half of them as spiffy, but without the greenbacks to support, and of the rest...most are stuck on the singers. There'd been a promising party in one of the boxes, but no sign of him or them.

She pushes through the small crowd with a practised smile, hails a cab, and has it drop her off a few blocks away from her destination. It's been a few weeks since she's been to the club, busy with rehearsals, but tonight she's checking her coat with that same smile, smoothing her hair, and collecting her own drink before settling on a bar stool to see who's in.

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