[At least alcohol is cheap here. Ellie nods, cuts her way through the crowd, managing to fight down the sensation of her skin crawling at so many strangers so close. It had sent her right back into the safehouse the first few times, her skin itching so badly she wanted to rip it off. Now, it just makes her pulse race when there's too many of them, too close. Like now.
It's better over by the bar.
The bartender looks hard but doesn't ID her. Ellie doesn't offer it. She knows she's old enough.]
Three weeks. Officially.
[Unofficially... well. She reaches up, drawing her fingers through the new down of short auburn hair. The growth is more than that. She still doesn't know how to much time she's lost. She lifts the beer to her lips, takes a drink.]
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It's better over by the bar.
The bartender looks hard but doesn't ID her. Ellie doesn't offer it. She knows she's old enough.]
Three weeks. Officially.
[Unofficially... well. She reaches up, drawing her fingers through the new down of short auburn hair. The growth is more than that. She still doesn't know how to much time she's lost. She lifts the beer to her lips, takes a drink.]
How about you?