The Perk, Saturday Morning
Almost the moment the Perk was opened for business, Kerrigan had appeared, hair unwashed and face covered in grease marks, face grafted with the edges of someone who hadn't slept in a while.
That washed away the moment she moved up to the counter, though-- ordering a coffee, she let tiredness slip away behind the vehement veneer of confidence and not-thinking-about-it she liked to call her Ghost mask.
Settling down at her usual table for her usual drink. Routine was good.
[ open for all your Perkly and/or Kerriganly needs ]
That washed away the moment she moved up to the counter, though-- ordering a coffee, she let tiredness slip away behind the vehement veneer of confidence and not-thinking-about-it she liked to call her Ghost mask.
Settling down at her usual table for her usual drink. Routine was good.
[ open for all your Perkly and/or Kerriganly needs ]