Oct 13, 2009 17:12
It's Tuesday night, and while most of the other girls are out with creative, embarrassing themselves after one too many glasses of champagne, Joan is cleaning.
Which explains the casual attire, as well as the scarf keeping her red hair pulled back from her face. Oh, and it might be the reason for the smudge of dirt on her left cheek, despite the fact that her makeup remains flawless.
She's got a basket full of laundry in her arms when the door to her kitchen turns to Milliways instead, and with a sigh, she sets the basket just inside her apartment before the door itself closes.
"Well, I suppose I can take a hint," she murmurs, making sure to grab her pack of cigarettes before she takes a seat up at the bar.
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joan holloway,
harry truman,
jane austen