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As he leans on the bar James chats to the bartender, who suddenly blinks in realisation and holds out a note, which James takes with a thank you and a nod. He stares at it for a few minutes, then sets his glass down on the counter, stuffs it in his pocket and turns, stridicing quickly for the door. As he passes Alsion he briefly glances at her. "I'll see you tomorrow Alison." It's quite clear from his voice he's worried and he soon reaches the door, pushing it open and heading outside.
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Alison gave Jordan a mock disapproving frown as she played along with him "I suppose dressing up on occasion can't be all that bad. If the company is favorable, that is."
When James bid her farewell on the way out the door her eyes went wide in a slightly fearful expression of 'oh my god don't leave me here alone.' Her expression changed to one of concern as she saw the serious expression on his and she considered following him out the door. Instead she turned back to Jordan and smiled a little nervously. The atmosphere in the place seemed a little heavier as she realized that she was out of her element.
Jordan responded: "That's very kind of you. To tell the truth, I get out very seldom."
But the mage noticed the change in Alison's expression. Obviously, he wasn't the only one that didn't get out much.
"But you know, perhaps it's time to call it a new year. As your party friends have left, may I escort you home? No expectations, no strings, just an escort for a lady alone."
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Alison wasn't really sure if he was her type or not. She didn't often go after or meet guys like him for that matter. But he seemed nice enough and was atleast interested in what she did unlike most other guys. She smiled and spoke, "Sure, I think I'd like that. It does look like everyone abandandoned us. You wanna hit the road?" She asked while reaching out to grasp his hand and help him to his feet. Once he was on his feet she kept hold of his hand and waited for him to lead them out.
Jordan got to his feet; that was a switch. Usually he gave a hand to the lady, but she didn't have any problem hauling him up. Of course, she was in infinitely better shape than the scholarly young mage. It was a new world.
But it was rather nice to have his hand held.
"Thank you, Alison. Let us away."
They headed for the door.
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The New Year is rung in, and after a bit more revelry, everyone heads home...
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