[The red sea parts before its unlikely Moseses. Mosi? Prior doesn't waste the moment: in seconds it will have closed up again, the ebb and flow of club traffic's an unstoppable tide. He catches her hand before moving, so she doesn't get swept away.
The club exit's a much less glittering place. A signless door in a dark alley where the local resturants store their dumpsters. Nevertheless, the Prior they're following has only made it this far before pressing the person he's with up against the wall.
With his hand in hers, the Prior not living the memory clears his throat and glances across on her.]
I'm not sure whether I should be apologizing for this or charging for it. What are you doing in my head?
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The club exit's a much less glittering place. A signless door in a dark alley where the local resturants store their dumpsters. Nevertheless, the Prior they're following has only made it this far before pressing the person he's with up against the wall.
With his hand in hers, the Prior not living the memory clears his throat and glances across on her.]
I'm not sure whether I should be apologizing for this or charging for it. What are you doing in my head?