Unreal Club (via Pam's Place)

Pam strode back into the club as if she had never left. It was the usual mix of dopplegangers — numerous blonde Vikings, a sprinkling of Time Lords, some psychic servers, assorted shape-shifters, a handful of slayers and several stalker-type fans disguised as the object of their delusion. Most were innocent of any wrongdoing save being creative and wanting a more interesting life. It disgusted her that anyone thought this crowd a threat.

A dark-haired woman sitting alone at a table caught Pam’s eye. She couldn’t have said why. There was just something about her that stood out, even among this crowd which made the bar in Mos Eisley look bland. Pam walked over, intrigued and wanting to find out more.

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