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immortalthief) wrote2013-06-01 07:34 pm
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Killing Time in Galveston
After the Queen of Spade burned and McLeod left for Alaska there wan't much left to do Amanda decided to start ride her horse letting her mind wander, as it wandered she began remembering Milliways, it has been so long since she had been there thinking back she realizes that it has been over two and a half centuries since a door has opened.
After almost a week of wandering Amanda passes by a sign
"Welcome to Galveston"
A small quirk of a smile creased her lips as she thought of her friend blonde friend. The horse stopped in front of the tavern, wrapping the reins around a post she enters the bar and takes a seat. When the barkeep asked for her order she says, "Ale." rethinking that, "No, make that a Bourbon."
After almost a week of wandering Amanda passes by a sign
"Welcome to Galveston"
A small quirk of a smile creased her lips as she thought of her friend blonde friend. The horse stopped in front of the tavern, wrapping the reins around a post she enters the bar and takes a seat. When the barkeep asked for her order she says, "Ale." rethinking that, "No, make that a Bourbon."
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Kate listens with fascination to each one of Amanda's stories, grinning broadly at how much history she's seen with her own eyes.
"I think the founders were tryin' awful hard t'turn Galveston into somethin' special, like New York. They brought in all kinds of artists for their buildin's. An' y'know somethin'? A lotta famous folk come 'round here."
So it must be working.
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Amanda points out one of the buildings to the left and guesses at the artist.
"Is there anyplace worth shopping? I believe this visit will require different attire than what I brought from San Francisco."