Cleaning, Dealing (OtA)
Phoebe had made herself leave the hotel and make her way to her club. It had been a few days since the attack on the village by whatever those things were and she was still uneasy.
Which was why she had brought Rhiannon with her. As usual, the large dog made her feel a little bit safer.
Inside the club, she was carefully picking her way through the broken glass behind the bar. It wouldn't do to slice her hands up afetr she had managed not to even get a scratch on her from the attack. Rhiannon had hopped up onto the bar after Phoebe swept all of the glass and spilled alcohol off of it and now she had her head on her front paws as Phoebe was cleaning up.
Music was coming through the speakers at a quiet level and the doors to the club were open to hopefully let in some fresh air.
Which was why she had brought Rhiannon with her. As usual, the large dog made her feel a little bit safer.
Inside the club, she was carefully picking her way through the broken glass behind the bar. It wouldn't do to slice her hands up afetr she had managed not to even get a scratch on her from the attack. Rhiannon had hopped up onto the bar after Phoebe swept all of the glass and spilled alcohol off of it and now she had her head on her front paws as Phoebe was cleaning up.
Music was coming through the speakers at a quiet level and the doors to the club were open to hopefully let in some fresh air.