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Jan. 14th, 2018 11:51 pmIt was late when Nina found herself in front of the Crow Club. She knew Inej had gone home already; they'd been texting back and forth. But she was here anyway, and with a sigh she slipped inside. She was wearing her winter kefta, designed by her and made by Cremisius. It made her think of home, and it made her long for Ravka as much as it gave her comfort.
She looked around the quiet, empty club; she'd been here when it was hopping, and for a moment it made her think of the in-between hours in Ketterdam, when the tourists were sleeping it off and the workers were catching what shut eye they could between shifts.
She pulled her hat off, as it was warm enough inside not to need it, and started removing her gloves as she crossed the room toward the bar.
She looked around the quiet, empty club; she'd been here when it was hopping, and for a moment it made her think of the in-between hours in Ketterdam, when the tourists were sleeping it off and the workers were catching what shut eye they could between shifts.
She pulled her hat off, as it was warm enough inside not to need it, and started removing her gloves as she crossed the room toward the bar.
