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almosthonorable) wrote2010-04-27 12:05 am
almosthonorable) wrote2010-04-27 12:05 am
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It's early -- early enough that the bar proper is more quiet than loud. Ben likes mornings like this in here, when he can sit with his coffee at one elbow and his hat by the other on the counter, and he isn't taking up more space than might be considered polite.
This particular morning, he's also got a box of ammunition in front of him, courtesy of Bar; as soon as the gray light outside bleeds to red-gold, he'll stride out back for some target practice.
It's early -- early enough that the bar proper is more quiet than loud. Ben likes mornings like this in here, when he can sit with his coffee at one elbow and his hat by the other on the counter, and he isn't taking up more space than might be considered polite.
This particular morning, he's also got a box of ammunition in front of him, courtesy of Bar; as soon as the gray light outside bleeds to red-gold, he'll stride out back for some target practice.
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And then, she turns again, using the hand remaining on his shoulder to push off against him as she starts to head back in the direction of the bar once more.
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With an under-the-breath chuckle, he adjusts his hat and follows in her wake.
Even if she's already eaten, he can offer to get her a cup of coffee. (And maybe ask Bar for a hat catalog -- making Elle laugh, or even just smile -- would be well worth the request.)