Kara looks down at the spot. She's plopped down in the narrow space against the wall herself before, usually waiting for Tommy to come home, the confines of the apartment still a bit too large after so much time in the barracks.
"I was going to the bar," she says. "The quiet one on O'Connell. Wanna come?"
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Date: 2013-09-13 12:29 am (UTC)"I was going to the bar," she says. "The quiet one on O'Connell. Wanna come?"