Avenues of Escape

[dreaming_dexter]

Dexter was needing some time away. Away from his work and his wife and his family- pretty much, just some time away from his responsibilities. He had not been juggling his tasks well, since things had changed recently. He had felt rather trapped.

And now he was here. Okay, he thought. That's honestly fine with me right now. It wasn't

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[the_amature]

The top of a brown head sticks up behind the bar. It bounces around a bit and then there's a small arm and white cloth at the end of it wiping the counter top.

Mathilda props her chin up on the now buffed bar looking at Dexter.
"What can I get you?"

[dreaming_dexter]

Dexter rose an eyebrow as he took in the girl that couldn't be any older than Astor, seemingly working the bar. "Hi, there. Didn't know there was someone actually in today. I'd just like a soda, for now, if you're getting the drinks. If I remember correctly they did have Coke around here somewhere..."

It was almost nice, having a child to talk to rather than an adult. He always got along with them better, especially if he wasn't responsible for their well-being.

[the_amature]

She nods at the request and fetches him one. She gets him the old fashioned coke in a glass bottle as well as one for herself. His is put on the bar and slid a few inches closer to him as far as her finger tips can push. Then there is a loud scraping of wood on the floor as she brings over a crate to stand on in order to see over the bar.

[dreaming_dexter]

Hey, an old-style Coke. "Thanks." He looks at it approvingly and raises it in appreciation to the girl, before taking a long sip. "Name's Dexter, by the way. I seem to keep finding my way here. You been here long?"