<Evening, outside view of the tavern>
Barmaid: <from within> Sure you don't want a room, honey?
Shara: <from within> No thanks, I'm leaving.
Drunk: <from within> G'bye girl ...
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<Shara leaves the tavern, steps out on the streets>
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<Shara walks out of the picture>
Drunk: <from within> Heeey ... she stole ma beer ... I swear! I needa newone! Barmaid!
Barmaid: <from within> Go fuck yourself, Brian.