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[bitingmybullet]

Take one Wasteland in the late evening. Add a Gwen, wearing the cream-colored skirt she bought with Anna-- and which did, in fact, require safety pins to keep up. Stir well, bearing in mind that Chicago is getting colder and windier every day. (Or at least seems to be

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[rebelw_outclaws]

The door opens and bangs shut.

Russ pauses just inside to flick open his lighter and light his cig.

[bitingmybullet]

Gwen glances up, managing not to look too interested. Instead, she's got the sort of polite, neutral smile on her face that it behooves one to use on customers.

That's ... more or less the smile, anyway.

"Hey."

[rebelw_outclaws]

"Hey."

He nods, looking around as he comes further in. "Quiet night?"

[bitingmybullet]

She nods, smile widening a little.

"Yeah. Pretty much."

A beat.

"Get you something?"