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[alan_shore]

Who: Alan Shore and some brave souls
What: A day in the life.
Where: Everywhere. (The El, Flyside, Aspic, the locale of your choice.)
When: Sukkardi
Notes: Format essentially stolen from Samm. Except for the part where I can't get that box thing to work.
Warnings: Smugness. Legalese. Gratuitous discussion of pie, probably.

Tag into one of the threads below or devise a scenario of your choosing.

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Eddie ducks into the bar, brushing water droplets from his hair. This isn't a part of town he spends much time in, but work brought him here today. He'd just wrapped up shooting a bunch of fluff pictures for some fluff piece he couldn't even begin to care about. But hey, slow news days happen sometimes. He glances around, nodding a little in appreciation at the whole... aesthetic of the place, then saunters up to the bar, his camera bag flung over one shoulder.

Shooting the bartender a winning grin, he orders a Dark 'n Stormy... mainly because he thinks it sounds cool. He never had one before, but he's always wanted to, and now that he's a staff photographer at a fine publication, well...

Clutching his drink in one hand, he casually turns to the man beside him, ready to make conversation whether the stranger wanted it or not.

"Y'know, this is a lot nicer than I expected a place called 'Touch' to be."

Eddie might've misread the sign outside.