[She does know how it goes, but a part of her is still sour. Some part of her wanted to think she was special enough to merit a phone call, important enough-- but no. Some things didn't go both ways. She just hated having to accept that this was probably going to be one of those things.]
Alright. So what now?
[She leans against the bar opposite him, arms folded.]
Pretty late for just a drink. You lookin' to bend someone's ear about your problems?
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Alright. So what now?
[She leans against the bar opposite him, arms folded.]
Pretty late for just a drink. You lookin' to bend someone's ear about your problems?
[She raises an eyebrow, expectant.]