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Limbs are tossed this way and that: one leg stretched out across the bar stool next to her, the other tucked up against her chest. 

YES: she is in the way of any patron looking for a place to sit. YES: her hair is all bundled and tied up so there’s blonde strands going askew everywhere. YES: she is all slouched and and leaned up against bar’s beveled edge for balance.

                danny’s sat with his head in his arms resting on the windowsill, looking plainly out at the rain. it’s a dreary day, he’s not said much --- not been himself, this is the quietest danny’s been for a while. he presses his forehead against the cold window and takes a sharp breath in. ‘---to be real,’ he says, ‘i’m so scared of getting jumanji’d.’ he turns, his forehead is prickly wet with the condensation from the window. he says it in complete earnest, this is a real moment. ‘i watched it last night. i’m scared i’d fall off a cliff three times over and lose all my lives and never make it out the game. i don’t know what i’d do.’