[The lounge isn't all that large, but the seating arrangements are surprisingly comfortable, and the music's hardly overpowering, even with the din of chattering patrons. Chloe settles down in a more secluded corner, beneath a section of turquoise paneling that's lit from within as a sort of futuristic-pseudo-lamp. (And more accurately was probably a section of dance floor, torn up and repurposed like just about everything else in this city.)
After flagging down a waitress and ordering a few beers to split, Chloe turns her attention back on Adam and drums her fingers against the plastic table between them.]
So...super glue? [Less than a minute, and she's gunning right for the awkward topics. Surprise.]
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After flagging down a waitress and ordering a few beers to split, Chloe turns her attention back on Adam and drums her fingers against the plastic table between them.]
So...super glue? [Less than a minute, and she's gunning right for the awkward topics. Surprise.]