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Ellen's next trip to the clothes box is slightly successful. It gives her more than a sundress, at least. And in her conversations with others, she's finding out more and more about this place. Like the fact that there's more than just the bar - or the pub, at least. There's two, if you count the one that serves food in addition to drinks, but

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One thing about the island that wasn't all that different from home: You sure didn't have to go far to find a drink.

He'd lasted all of a week, avoiding every tiki-style watering hole like his life depended on it, the vision of his father drunk and ranting in his goddamn bathrobe so fresh in his mind that the idea of getting plastered left him feeling ill. But that's the thing about addictions. They aren't logical and they're damn hard to shake.

That first day, he ordered a beer and then spent twenty minutes just staring into the glass before drinking it down. Now, he'd ordered himself a whiskey, just one, and he'd been nursing it for a while now, fingertips trailing along the rim of the glass.

That's when he felt eyes on him and his head swiveled to get a look down the bar, his gaze landing on yet another beautiful woman. They really were everywhere.

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At first glance, the resemblance is there, the slight similarities in facial features, but that's where it ends. He's bigger, broader, mostly in the shoulders and arms and what she can see of his torso. While Ellen's heard about her own resemblance to other woman, none of whom of actually made it to the island at any point in time, she's never come across someone who looks like a person she knows here, two people with physical attributes in common.

She realizes only too late that she's been staring and flushes, attempting to make amends by offering a polite smile. If that doesn't help, it doesn't matter. She's already up on her feet and rounding the bar, leaving her own empty glass behind as she stops to stand in front of him, loosely crossing her arms.

"Sorry," she replies, her smile widening and turning sheepish. "You just - look a little like someone I know."

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You couldn't expect to spend every minute alone in a bar, but Tommy always felt a little weird, being approached by a stranger. There'd been a time when he could've talked to just about anyone, when his smiles were easier, but not anymore.

Sitting up straighter and arching a brow, Tommy said, "I've been getting that look since I got here. Thought it was just 'cause I was new."

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"That could partly be the reason," she admits, shrugging one shoulder. She's grown more confident in approaching people as the days go on, or maybe it has something to do with how freely she's been approached. Either way, maybe it's a sign that she's fully beginning to adjust.

"But you do look like him, just a little bit," Ellen adds, drawing an invisible circle in the air around her face with her index finger. "Especially in the face." She drops her hand to offer it to him. "I'm Ellen, by the way."