7th beer on the wall | [voice/action]

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So what's the likelihood of seeing an old face today? One in a million? A thousand? Less then a hundred? Not that I'm expecting anyone, but it would be nice to know if I should plan for a surprise tonight.

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April's just down at the local pub, drinking a whiskey (she was conserving her money until payday after that shopping curse a few days ago) and listening to the crowd and the clock ticking in the background. At least it was good distraction to the twinge of pain pricking her chest. Because it didn't exist. It was an impossibility. And it had nothing to do with losing her partner all over again, even if it had been some two weeks since he disappeared.

((ooc: Yay, 4th wall! Spoilers, backtagging, threadjacks, and canonmates would be loved but not required.))