Orange 47a
~joneworlds
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(opens door to pub slightly. squeezes in. carefully closes. cowers
in door jamb. clutching a grease-stained jug.)

(mouth open. breathing hard. looks with dread at frosted window
pane on door.)

(peers out. nothing...)

(turns around to face bar. returns stares. eyes darting, wide.)

"Hey. Uh... look, if anyone comes in here, in a bit maybe, or
whenever, and asks about Cliff Andrews, please do me a favor would
you? You never heard of him. Or me. And Orange 47a, you never heard
of that either. Okay? That'd... really help me out. Thanks."

(silence.)

"Yeah. Well..." (a tremor)
"Maybe I'll just, uh... bathrooms are down there, right?"

(walks quickly down there. sound of a door. glug glug pouring
sound. sound of a window. some bumping and scraping. then nothing.)