At the bar, a girl with a lot of bronze wavy hair puffed out behind her who looks like a young twenty is rapturously sipping something gold and frothy. She's accompanied by a hulk of a Native American man, somewhere around 25, who's got some manner of cola.
The girl's eyes, when she opens them, are familiar-looking.
"I cannot wait until we invent this," she says, half to her companion and half to her beverage.
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Date: 2013-01-01 03:55 pm (UTC)The girl's eyes, when she opens them, are familiar-looking.
"I cannot wait until we invent this," she says, half to her companion and half to her beverage.