[For Auggie] Everybody's got a hunger, no matter where they are

[girlsolo]

It's the fifth night since she stole Will's baseball. Five nights and he still hasn't caught her, caught up with her, he probably doesn't even suspect her and she's bored of the game. Bored of stealing but not profiting and not interested in profiting at the expense of a bunch of random strangers as stuck here as she is. What good's profit when the drink the bartender serves her is free?

That's the problem with this fucking island. Even more than Will not being her Will and Magnus being just a woman instead of a legend. None of her skills are worth a damn. She's a thief on a commune. A gun in utopia. She's not even a misfit toy. She's just a useless one.

Fuck, that's depressing. She sighs, pulls her feet up onto the booth bench, leans back against the wall and scans the crowd while she sips her drink.
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Title and lj-cut lyrics from Melissa Etheridge's Precious Pain.

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Places are starting to get really familiar to him. The Hub is one of them - someplace he usually visits nightly just for a drink or to meet up with someone. Tonight is the former - restlessness settling in enough to get him out of the Compound for the brief walk over.

He heads over to the bar before he does anything else, ordering up a drink as he rests both hands on his cane. He'd do his own version of scoping the area out once he gets a mug in hand.