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[oom] Talk It Over, Talk It Through
May. 21st, 2009 03:33 pm[from here]
Fiona waits for Flynn to finish his beer and then leads the way to the stairs, pausing to blow kisses to a dark haired man in a really nice suit.
The man does not look happy. Which only seems to cheer Fiona more.
Her door has a huge brass number four nailed in the center of it. This door opens on a small foot bridge across empty space to a freestanding penthouse with another door, this one painted turquoise, the paint cracked and faded. It looks very much like the living quarters he saw in Cairo.
She has to use her hip to open the door, and the flat itself is more a studio than not. "Come on in. Make yourself at home. I think I have beer in the fridge."
Fiona waits for Flynn to finish his beer and then leads the way to the stairs, pausing to blow kisses to a dark haired man in a really nice suit.
The man does not look happy. Which only seems to cheer Fiona more.
Her door has a huge brass number four nailed in the center of it. This door opens on a small foot bridge across empty space to a freestanding penthouse with another door, this one painted turquoise, the paint cracked and faded. It looks very much like the living quarters he saw in Cairo.
She has to use her hip to open the door, and the flat itself is more a studio than not. "Come on in. Make yourself at home. I think I have beer in the fridge."
