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Post: 50999365_1 created on Wed Jun 17, 2009 5:26 pmPosted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 5:26 pm
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Ten minutes till twelve. That was the time Maes saw on the wall behind the bar as he headed in the same direction. Last night he'd been out drinking with a group, his best friend's stag night. However, this night felt more like one for quiet reminiscing and repeating his mantra to himself: if Roy was happy, he was happy.
He took a seat at the bar and ordered a scotch--the lieutenant colonel's favourite--and sipped from the glass slowly. His tongue was already numb from the alcohol he'd consumed at the after party, but the beer and champagne almost carried with it a different emotion. The scotch allowed him to be truly pensive as he sipped away, mostly oblivious to what was around him. |
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