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She hovers around the bar area, while her friends get served. Hair dyed red, scrappy pigtails, giving her an unruly but attractive appearance. She wears a close fitting t-shirt, green, with a cartoon animal, and the words “Be My Honey” across the top. She stands with her phone pressed to her ear, likely trying to find someone that should be in the busy concert venue, but who hasn’t been found yet. Absently, she picks her nose, a finger on her free hand rubbing, popping up, rubbing. Probably not even conscious she is doing it. Her friends come back from the bar, a guy and a girl. She gives up with the phone, takes her drink from them, and stands drink in one hand, the other down the thick black waistband of her white skirt.