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tramitem_log2020-04-14 07:37 pm
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this killing time
who: Alec Crowley & you
what: meeting and greeting whoever wants to say hi. Well, meeting anyway.
when: 4/14 8pm
where: Mad Maggie's Bar, Queens
warnings: Scotsman in a dour mood?
Mad Maggie's bar is packed given it's a Monday night. Maybe because there's a game on or drinks are half price. Who knows. It's so packed almost every seat is filled up-- Except for the one next to him by the end of the bar that, for some reason, people seem to want to avoid.
For his own part, he sits there, fingers clasped around a whiskey sour and glaring hard at the bar as if it might provide the answers for whatever is in his mind.
what: meeting and greeting whoever wants to say hi. Well, meeting anyway.
when: 4/14 8pm
where: Mad Maggie's Bar, Queens
warnings: Scotsman in a dour mood?
Mad Maggie's bar is packed given it's a Monday night. Maybe because there's a game on or drinks are half price. Who knows. It's so packed almost every seat is filled up-- Except for the one next to him by the end of the bar that, for some reason, people seem to want to avoid.
For his own part, he sits there, fingers clasped around a whiskey sour and glaring hard at the bar as if it might provide the answers for whatever is in his mind.
no subject
"Didn't expect good advice. What advice can anyone really give in a situation like this other than don't trust anyone. Anyone could be a spy for them, you know. Even you, even me. We might not even know it." He shook his head and took a drink.
"The world is a dangerous place."