A Private Lounge at a Mainland Club, Thursday Evening
Kennedy was supposed to be home in New York tonight, helping with the last few days of moving preparations. In fact, that was what she'd been doing, but apparently all her well-meaning offers of assistance were really just wreaking havoc on Willow's carefully constructed System. So, she'd been persuaded (like that was hard) to go out and patrol, or hang out with her friends, or do anything at all that wasn't helping, please. She was cool with that, but that sort of left the question of what to do with herself: now that their departure date was looming she was more nervous about the whole thing than she'd realized, plus trying to stave off melancholy about leaving Fandom again. She needed to stay busy somehow.
What convenient timing, then, when she got a call from Raven asking for suggestions about a way to cheer Karla up, or distract her, or something like that. Simultaneously constructive and fun thing to get take-charge-y about? Sign her up, especially if she could turn it into an impromptu end-of-summer, totally-not-saying-goodbye thing.
A few phone calls and some credit-card flexing had scored the private lounge complete with its own private open bar in which she was now relaxing, helping herself to occasional hor d'oeuvres while she waited for her friends to show up.
Not bad work for the last minute. What, did you think Kennedy wasn't gonna make a huge production just for a girls' night out? Please.
[[for the girls' night out (and the token guys, hey) cohorts! up early for great sp justice, and nfb for distance, of course.]]
What convenient timing, then, when she got a call from Raven asking for suggestions about a way to cheer Karla up, or distract her, or something like that. Simultaneously constructive and fun thing to get take-charge-y about? Sign her up, especially if she could turn it into an impromptu end-of-summer, totally-not-saying-goodbye thing.
A few phone calls and some credit-card flexing had scored the private lounge complete with its own private open bar in which she was now relaxing, helping herself to occasional hor d'oeuvres while she waited for her friends to show up.
Not bad work for the last minute. What, did you think Kennedy wasn't gonna make a huge production just for a girls' night out? Please.
[[for the girls' night out (and the token guys, hey) cohorts! up early for great sp justice, and nfb for distance, of course.]]