37 : Territory Issues (RP for captainmcbadass)
Some months post-"The Gift."
In all honesty, Stark had only been back to the Waterfront maybe once or twice since she left Baltimore years ago. Even when she was in town, she didn't go much; it was mostly a place where the Homicide guys hung out. The Fugitive guys tended to have their lunch conferences at the Subway around the corner. But she had needed a place away from prying eyes, and with everything going on in her head? She figured she might also need a drink.
She parked her black Chevy Impala at the curb and stepped out. Two hours had given her enough time to gather her notes on the Squamash Township case (now tucked into a binder sitting on her passenger seat) and change her clothes. It wasn't Bureau business, so she wasn't coming in Bureau attire. That put a lot of people off. She'd gone for a good pair of jeans, her leather jacket and a well-fitting Ravens T-shirt. The badge went, but the gun stayed in the car; she was in a cop bar. It would be a bad place for some bunk to try and hold up.
Thankfully, when she stepped inside, she didn't see anyone who recognized her outright. That meant she got to skip the awkward 'trying to catch up with people I've unintentionally neglected' part. The bartender, however, still knew her, and it was easy enough to grab a beer and then find a table. She was nursing the Bud Light while reviewing her notes on the case, and trying not to remember how scared and pissed off she had been when John had left her at the hospital. Stark did not do well with being left behind, either.
Nor was she ready to leave this one alone.
In all honesty, Stark had only been back to the Waterfront maybe once or twice since she left Baltimore years ago. Even when she was in town, she didn't go much; it was mostly a place where the Homicide guys hung out. The Fugitive guys tended to have their lunch conferences at the Subway around the corner. But she had needed a place away from prying eyes, and with everything going on in her head? She figured she might also need a drink.
She parked her black Chevy Impala at the curb and stepped out. Two hours had given her enough time to gather her notes on the Squamash Township case (now tucked into a binder sitting on her passenger seat) and change her clothes. It wasn't Bureau business, so she wasn't coming in Bureau attire. That put a lot of people off. She'd gone for a good pair of jeans, her leather jacket and a well-fitting Ravens T-shirt. The badge went, but the gun stayed in the car; she was in a cop bar. It would be a bad place for some bunk to try and hold up.
Thankfully, when she stepped inside, she didn't see anyone who recognized her outright. That meant she got to skip the awkward 'trying to catch up with people I've unintentionally neglected' part. The bartender, however, still knew her, and it was easy enough to grab a beer and then find a table. She was nursing the Bud Light while reviewing her notes on the case, and trying not to remember how scared and pissed off she had been when John had left her at the hospital. Stark did not do well with being left behind, either.
Nor was she ready to leave this one alone.