Wasting our time on cheap talk and wine, left us so little to give [open]
Who: Molly Drake, open
When: A couple of weeks after after her arrival
Where: Luigi's
What: Dinner, and at least a couple of drinks
Rating/Warnings: Language, probably
Between the kidnapping and all of their other cases Molly had been working almost non-stop since she'd arrived. After work she had time for little but sleeping, and even at work there wasn't a lot of free time to talk to her mum people. It was probably a good thing; investigating and dealing with the rudimentary computer and phone systems was easier then thinking too hard about the woman she saw every day, looking different but so much the same as her memories. It made for a good excuse when it came to not letting conversations get too emotional; she was shite at emotions, or so her Uni roommate and last boyfriend had said. Evan called it reserved, and a defense mechanism. But then she was different with Evan then she was with anyone else; he was the only one she allowed herself to relax around.
But today she'd actually left work at a reasonable time, and rather then get a takeaway had come to Luigi's. Thinking that others might have the same idea she'd considered going somewhere else, but after Fenchurch this was the most familiar place she knew. So she ordered a glass of the house red and the Penne alla puttanesca and sat in a corner booth, her back to the wall.
When: A couple of weeks after after her arrival
Where: Luigi's
What: Dinner, and at least a couple of drinks
Rating/Warnings: Language, probably
Between the kidnapping and all of their other cases Molly had been working almost non-stop since she'd arrived. After work she had time for little but sleeping, and even at work there wasn't a lot of free time to talk to her mum people. It was probably a good thing; investigating and dealing with the rudimentary computer and phone systems was easier then thinking too hard about the woman she saw every day, looking different but so much the same as her memories. It made for a good excuse when it came to not letting conversations get too emotional; she was shite at emotions, or so her Uni roommate and last boyfriend had said. Evan called it reserved, and a defense mechanism. But then she was different with Evan then she was with anyone else; he was the only one she allowed herself to relax around.
But today she'd actually left work at a reasonable time, and rather then get a takeaway had come to Luigi's. Thinking that others might have the same idea she'd considered going somewhere else, but after Fenchurch this was the most familiar place she knew. So she ordered a glass of the house red and the Penne alla puttanesca and sat in a corner booth, her back to the wall.