a case of the monday blues? [ota]
It had been nearly two weeks before Kenzi had gone back to work and still a few days after that before she tried to do more than just sitting and watching over things. Moving around behind the bar, she figured now was a good time to try keeping herself busy so her mind didn't wander too much. Glancing at her watch to check the time, she figured she had a few hours before things got busy and so she had time to get things stocked up.
After checking the lines of bottles behind the bar, making sure everything was stocked, she started to move some glasses around which was an easy enough job when it was one at a time but that was time consuming. So she grabbed one of the dish trays, lifting it with a grunt and turning....only to let out a choked gasp of pain as it pulled at her side. The tray crashed to the floor with a loud noise that was followed by a long string of curses, mostly Russian, that would have done a sailor proud.
Leaning against the bar, she pressed a hand to her side while closing her eyes. Yeah, that had hurt and now she had a bunch of broken, and not broken, glasses at her feet.
After checking the lines of bottles behind the bar, making sure everything was stocked, she started to move some glasses around which was an easy enough job when it was one at a time but that was time consuming. So she grabbed one of the dish trays, lifting it with a grunt and turning....only to let out a choked gasp of pain as it pulled at her side. The tray crashed to the floor with a loud noise that was followed by a long string of curses, mostly Russian, that would have done a sailor proud.
Leaning against the bar, she pressed a hand to her side while closing her eyes. Yeah, that had hurt and now she had a bunch of broken, and not broken, glasses at her feet.