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Apr. 8th, 2012 07:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aboutrightLincoln Lee ends up between the 24-hr diner back home and here most nights after work.
It's been days now since he last slept, but he doesn't seem too bothered by that fact.
It makes sense, after all: it's hard to adjust when you've lost your tether, you've just moved to a new city, and came to realize that most of the things you thought were true ... well, aren't.
(Including a place like this.)
One might find Lincoln Lee, dressed casually (in blue plaid and dark trousers) sitting at the Bar with a closed manila folder and an empty mug in front of him.
"Uh - a refill, please," he says to Bar.
A moment later, his request is obliged.
(He's still getting used to that.)
It's been days now since he last slept, but he doesn't seem too bothered by that fact.
It makes sense, after all: it's hard to adjust when you've lost your tether, you've just moved to a new city, and came to realize that most of the things you thought were true ... well, aren't.
(Including a place like this.)
One might find Lincoln Lee, dressed casually (in blue plaid and dark trousers) sitting at the Bar with a closed manila folder and an empty mug in front of him.
"Uh - a refill, please," he says to Bar.
A moment later, his request is obliged.
(He's still getting used to that.)
