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Arrival in Milliways
Mar. 29th, 2012 12:51 pmThis is not her late husband's gun room.
In fact, this is not any place that has any business whatsoever being in her house.
And yet, here it is.
Gigi looks around for a moment, then makes her way across the room on three-inch heels (she's shorter than she looks, but you can make up a lot of ground with high heels and big hair).
Gigi sets her bag on the bar and addresses the woman standing behind it.
"Hello. I'm Gigi Stopper," she says, with a pronounced Texas drawl. "I'm gonna need a whiskey sour, please. And to know where the hell I am."
In fact, this is not any place that has any business whatsoever being in her house.
And yet, here it is.
Gigi looks around for a moment, then makes her way across the room on three-inch heels (she's shorter than she looks, but you can make up a lot of ground with high heels and big hair).
Gigi sets her bag on the bar and addresses the woman standing behind it.
"Hello. I'm Gigi Stopper," she says, with a pronounced Texas drawl. "I'm gonna need a whiskey sour, please. And to know where the hell I am."
