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Night took Goodneighbor, where Lucy stood in the balcony of her hotel room. Arms crossed beneath bosom, on the railing. It could have been worse, she reasoned, watching the rally of the Mayor from across the town. She had to admit, he was a good motivational speaker. It made her grin as she flicked the ash off the cigarette between her fingers. No doubt there’d be a party of drunken, chem-fueled revelry once this was finished. The town had a way of doing that after one of Hancock’s motivational speeches.
She sighed as the town settled into loud sounds of appraisal, taking a drag of her cigarette. Maybe she’d join them, but just this time. Stunning the stub out in the ashtray on the coffee table, Lucy head down the stairs and into the streets of the now-darkened city, strings of lights and old streetlamps illuminating the city around her. Honestly, the town was beautiful at night. And luckily small enough that getting to The Third Rail took only moments.
The bar was as busy as usual, though she suspected more people would be jostling through the doors within the next hour. Settling into a seat at the bar, Lucy ordered a beer- she wasn’t even sure what, just whatever he suggested, and leaned lazily against the counter. The sound of the lounge singer drowned out the bar noises for a bit, and she faintly registered the form that took residence in the stool next to her.
“Yeah?”
