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notabricklayer) wrote2010-12-08 10:23 pm
notabricklayer) wrote2010-12-08 10:23 pm
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McCoy has fallen into a rhythm in the bar - waking up late (for him), coming down eventually to see if anything particularly interesting is going on, pick up something for lunch, trade in a stack of videos for a brand new stack of videos, and go back upstairs.
This morning, he is downstairs much earlier.
He is in uniform for the first time in a week.
And he doesn't detour at the Bar, striding straight to the door, no pauses, no stops, just a quick trip to the front door, which hisses open obligingly, dragging him back aboard his shipboard life.
If he were to stop, he'd never make it through that door.
This morning, he is downstairs much earlier.
He is in uniform for the first time in a week.
And he doesn't detour at the Bar, striding straight to the door, no pauses, no stops, just a quick trip to the front door, which hisses open obligingly, dragging him back aboard his shipboard life.
If he were to stop, he'd never make it through that door.