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Post by Millie Arlington on May 26, 2013 19:01:04 GMT -5
Millie wandered into Harvelle's Roadhouse, which was fairly full with regulars and some newcomers. Millie had gone to the bar a few times before, but preferred cafes over bars most of the time. She worked part time at a bar throughout her college career, and still did. They were loud, rambunctious, and were often gross at times. Millie thought of all of the bathrooms she had to clean over the years, and shuddered.
Today, she was looking for a drink, something she couldn't get from a cafe. She shrugged her jacket off as she dodged a werewolf making his way over to the bathroom, and was careful not to run into a server with drinks covering every possible inch of her serving tray. Millie quickly sat down at one of the stools, and observed the bar.
There were downworlders everywhere. Reasonable, as it was a downworlders bar. Millie looked down at the counter, and sighed. She had been invited to a bar over by DUMBO, but had decided to come and listen to whatever new things were going on in the world mundanes were blind to. Millie ordered a simple rum and coke, and tapped her fingers on the table as she wondered how the fuck she was going to keep up with her bills since she wasn't on the Clave's payroll and was starting to cut back her shifts from the bar.
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