Mira Hasta-Rur wrote:

> > The room is warm. Mira will want to remove her sweater. The
> > coatroom is just a room with pegs on the walls. There are gowns,
> > coats, even backpacks and bookbags hanging from the pegs. There
> > doesn't appear to be any sort of security for the room.
>
>
>  She hangs her sweater on the peg. She keeps her bag with her, of
>  course.
>
> > The men's and women's restrooms are on the other side of the
> > corridor
>
> > from the coatroom.
>
> > There are several young women in the restroom chatting when Mira
> > comes in. They glance her way and go back to their conversations.
> > From the snatches Mira picks up as she stands in front of a mirror
> > fixing her hair the others are students talking about the things
> > that students talk about...classes, men, music, men.
> >
> > Stepping back into the corridor, Mira sees that Jac is waiting for
> > her near the entrance. She sees a counter behind him, presumably
> > where he paid for their dinners.
> >
> > "I didn't mean you *needed* to do anything Mira." Jac says as she
> > approaches, "You looked great before...ur, not that you don't look
> > great now."
>
>  She laughs, "It felt good to splash water on my face and I think its
>  always better to leave a little viewing room around my mane of hair.
>  But thank you. I like being told I look great by handsome, charming
>  men."

Jac grins, "The pleasure is all mine."

>  She slides her arm into his, "Shall we eat?"

"Yes, let's." Jac says. He turns and scans the tables and point up 
toward the platform, "There are a pair of empty places up there. We 
should be close enough so we can hear when the poetry begins."

Jac leads the way. He waves at someone on the other side of the room and 
pauses on the way to shake the hand of a gray haired man.

"Ur...ah! Young Woodbridge, isn't it?" the man says after peering up at 
Jac for a moment.

"Yes, that is correct." Jac nods smiling, "Professor Scott, may I 
introduce Sianna Mira Hasta-Rur, MD."

The older man hitches around in his chair and smiles up at Mira, "Yes 
you may! My pleasure, my dear."

After a short conversation, Jac and Mira take their seats at the table. 
They have a good view of the platform where the string quartet is just 
packing up their instruments and leaving the stage. A young woman with a 
guitar is waiting just off the stage for her turn.

On the table Mira sees that the food is spread out "family style" where 
each diner can help themselves from the platters. There are several 
kinds of meat and vegetables on the platters. Baskets of rolls with tubs 
of butter are laid out between the platters of food. Large pitchers of 
beverage are on the tables as well.

Jac leans over to Mira and says, "The white pitchers are filled with 
beer and the green ones are filled with tea. The clear ones are ice water."

Eris
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