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It's cold outside.

Really cold.

But Faye's never let the cold stop her before. She gets a coat (her coat, which she asked the bar for) out of her closet and pulls it on, then her gloves, and doesn't bother to bundle up more warmly than that.

She steps out into the hallway, closing the door behind her. The door automatically locks as it closes, and she does a double take when she spots a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye. She stops in surprise and stands with her back against the door, almost like she's been somehow caught in the act.

"It's you." She reaches in her pocket for her gloves. "What are you doing around here?"

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He's not sure whether to be insulted by her tone or just glad to see a familiar face. "I live here, Faye. This is my room." He nods to the door he's just closed.

It's really Julia's room. Maybe he'll even tell her that. "Going outside? Did you have fun drinking on my tab?" Now he really is smiling: it doesn't matter to him how much she drank. "I told you I was really bad at poker."