[back for one last hurrah]
Mar. 23rd, 2014 11:17 pmSomething thuds against the door.
Something thuds against it again.
On her third try, the person on the other side succeeds in elbowing it open. She's juggling two full bags of groceries, her keys clamped in her mouth as she struggles to get through the entranceway. She's so preoccupied by this, in fact, that it's not until the door slams behind her that she gets a good look at her surroundings.
Jingle, go her keys as they fall from her mouth to hit the floor. THUMP, go the groceries shortly after.
"You're shitting me," says Mac, once she's able to find the words.
And then -- with a squeaky noise that she's not even gonna bother denying -- she bolts toward the bar, beaming from ear to ear like she's running toward a longtime friend.
Something thuds against it again.
On her third try, the person on the other side succeeds in elbowing it open. She's juggling two full bags of groceries, her keys clamped in her mouth as she struggles to get through the entranceway. She's so preoccupied by this, in fact, that it's not until the door slams behind her that she gets a good look at her surroundings.
Jingle, go her keys as they fall from her mouth to hit the floor. THUMP, go the groceries shortly after.
"You're shitting me," says Mac, once she's able to find the words.
And then -- with a squeaky noise that she's not even gonna bother denying -- she bolts toward the bar, beaming from ear to ear like she's running toward a longtime friend.
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