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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.
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"I'll take a Manhattan," Yotsuyu said, raising her voice to be heard above the din. Though the way her bar companion was glaring down at the wood, it made her wonder.
"Did it insult your mother? Or did it simply try to insult you?" Though her tone was a bit arch, it was more due to having to shout over the music, rather than anything else.
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