"You made it!" exclaimed Éponine, making her way over with a cup of something or other in hand -- mostly Bailey's, by the smell of it. "I heard about yesterday, on the radio. Nost D'you have to stick 'em in the end? Tiny and the DJ. With your sword, I mean."
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Re: Arrive/Mingle
Date: 2016-02-20 07:53 pm (UTC)