Sam Jone speaking to a young girl interrupted Slate's daydreaming trance. He must of lost himself in the mirror that faced him. This was irregular, Slate was tired and slightly intoxicated. Turning to see who he was talking to, Slate was taken back by the how young the girl appeared to be and wondered why she'd be in a bar like this. A confused expression was apparent on her face, it didn't appear that she even knew where she was.
"Yeah, you in trouble miss?" He spoke to the girl. Hopefully she was okay, Slate wasn't in any state to help her.
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