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*The door opens quickly and cleanly, shutting just as quickly behind them as Adam and Alanna stumble into the room. There's only just enough light to see by, and they make their way wearily to the bed. With all of his nerves, Adam had far more Atlantean to drink than he should have, and he keeps finding himself laughing. A quiet, nervous laugh, and he can't quite stop, for fear that it would become something else.*

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*There aren't any customers today. There haven't been many at all of late; Adam's been quite good about seeing to that. But he's too nervous to work on his books, and all he can do is watch the time drag by on the clock until he can go - back to the flat, back to the bar, back to Alanna.

He's sure she's doing fine.

She can take care of herself.




He just wants to make sure.*