I see Verite come in. She plays the adolescent game of speaking to someone else before approaching the person to whom she wants to speak, and I smile. I shall speak to her later. For now, however, I have seen the newspaper man come in; the barman helpfully points out who he is as we make idle conversation. It is useful to be charming. I hop off my stool and saunter down the bar.
"Hey, are you the bloke who owns the newspaper?" I say. "Don't think I've ever been in a town that had a real paper. One place had a church newsletter, but that's not really the same. I'm Conley, by the way," I offer cheerfully. Then I smile at Melania, who I remember from my time as Uri. I wonder if she tried my gift. She has been hurt quite badly. I think she has been part of someone's games. More than one someone, in fact. My smile widens as I took at her appreciatively.
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Date: 2010-08-22 12:08 am (UTC)"Hey, are you the bloke who owns the newspaper?" I say. "Don't think I've ever been in a town that had a real paper. One place had a church newsletter, but that's not really the same. I'm Conley, by the way," I offer cheerfully. Then I smile at Melania, who I remember from my time as Uri. I wonder if she tried my gift. She has been hurt quite badly. I think she has been part of someone's games. More than one someone, in fact. My smile widens as I took at her appreciatively.