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[Dec. 13th, 2009|07:46 pm] |
Who: Dean Bendis and Karrin Murphy
What: Drinking
Where: Hole in the wall bar, LA
Warnings: Will update
He was sitting at the bar, an empty seat on either side of him. He had his coat thrown across one, and his elbows up on the bar. He watched the door via the mirror over the bar, his cop instinct keeping a eye on the entire bar behind him. He wasn't paranoid, per se, but he was cautious. No one here knew he was a cop, but one could never be too careful in a bar like this.
He was finally waiting for someone. Karrin, she'd said her name was. She seemed nice enough. He hoped she wasn't going to stand him up. Wouldn't be the first time, if she did. Probably wouldn't be the last, either. But she had replied to his post, and she'd seemed genuine.
He was just so tired of being alone. He hadn't come across anyone he knew in the months he'd been in this place, this alternate universe. He had no idea why he was here, or anything. He had been drifting along, little more than surviving. He needed to do something, before he went mad.
Hopefully meeting Karrin would be the first step toward doing something. |
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