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eleventh_doctorIt was a surly day in Cardiff, and a Friday to boot, the kind of day that Gwen generally spends hiding at her desk and then sprints home in hopes of not being stuck in poor weather. So she was already a bit annoyed when Rhys called, asking her to swing by Tescos and save him from an apparent lack of bread and lager, the two necessary items that made it possible to survive the looming weekend.
Trying to hide the fact she was almost seething, she bustles into the Tesco Express, thankful for the blast of warm air that greets her pink cheeks. The shop is near full, people wandering about in search of their own weekend necessities. Sighing, Gwen slips into the crowd, heading towards the beckoning alcohol isle with intent, trying to avoid toes and limbs swinging in her way.
Trying to hide the fact she was almost seething, she bustles into the Tesco Express, thankful for the blast of warm air that greets her pink cheeks. The shop is near full, people wandering about in search of their own weekend necessities. Sighing, Gwen slips into the crowd, heading towards the beckoning alcohol isle with intent, trying to avoid toes and limbs swinging in her way.
