[ perhaps it's late when barbossa finally finds his way to the local pub? and perhaps, despite the lights shining merrily in the windows, when he steps inside he finds an emptying room. and a very short blonde woman stacking chairs. sweeping the floor.
at the sound of the front door, the manager of good spirits glances up. she leans on her broom handle. and she takes in the sight of this...guy. ]
We're trying to close up. [ her head tilts. ] If we had a neon sign, I'd have shut it off by now.
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at the sound of the front door, the manager of good spirits glances up. she leans on her broom handle. and she takes in the sight of this...guy. ]
We're trying to close up. [ her head tilts. ] If we had a neon sign, I'd have shut it off by now.