Kate comes downstairs and approaches the Bar, looking tired and a little worn. Her hair is pleated, her typical cowboy hat left upstairs
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He gets a quick once-over - definitely not his usual dress - and Kate reaches for a couple of glasses without another word. She pours them both more than a healthy measure of liquor, and slides the cupcake closer to him along with his glass.
"Can't have you in Texas wearin' those."
She nods at his white loafers. At least those haven't changed.
It takes her a little longer than usual to pick up on how differently he's acting. Granted, with Gene it's always a crapshoot as to which side of him she'll get at any given time, but he's ... good lord, he's practically quiet.
She eyes him over the rim of her glass, eyes narrowing slightly - and not just because of the pleasant burn of bourbon down her throat.
"Happy Birthday." Carlotta says, coming over on her crutches and seeing the cake, though missing the reason. She sits down nearby, keeping the cast tucked in.
"No, can't be birthday..." she adds, seeing the cake closer up.
"I s'pose, as a woman, I should take it as a compliment that y'see me as young. Though, perhaps not this young," she says, removing the candle from the cupcake.
She glances sideways at Carlotta. It's been a while.
Carlotta hesitates. She's been telling most people it was an accident, but Kate has that teacher's air to her that makes her not want to tell untruths.
Kate isn't entirely certain what happened. Either a tornado just ripped through the bar, blowing away her center (along with a very fine bourbon, thankyouverymuch), or Scorpius Malfoy just joined her.
"Master Scorpius, has anybody ever told you it ain't right takin' what's not yours?" she asks, trying her best at being scolding.
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A pair of boots land on the bar next to her, followed closely by a body sliding onto the stool.
It's not said with his usual brash confidence. More an honest question, really. He does look a bit worn out.
And the boots get poked.
'What're these about, then?'
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"Helluva sense of timin', yours."
In other words: good to see you, Gene.
He gets a quick once-over - definitely not his usual dress - and Kate reaches for a couple of glasses without another word. She pours them both more than a healthy measure of liquor, and slides the cupcake closer to him along with his glass.
"Can't have you in Texas wearin' those."
She nods at his white loafers. At least those haven't changed.
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He looks down at his beloved loafers.
'S'pose not.'
Even he has to concede that they'd look a bit out of place. Just marginally, though.
'You alright, then? No problems out there?'
He nods to the door. His general air is like they only talked yesterday, like no time at all has passed.
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She eyes him over the rim of her glass, eyes narrowing slightly - and not just because of the pleasant burn of bourbon down her throat.
"No. Well ... Nothin' I couldn't handle."
Beat.
"An' you? Been gone someplace?"
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"No, can't be birthday..." she adds, seeing the cake closer up.
[ooc: Happy Milliversary <3]
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Her lips twitch.
"I s'pose, as a woman, I should take it as a compliment that y'see me as young. Though, perhaps not this young," she says, removing the candle from the cupcake.
She glances sideways at Carlotta. It's been a while.
"What on earth have y'done t'yourself, honey?"
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Carlotta hesitates. She's been telling most people it was an accident, but Kate has that teacher's air to her that makes her not want to tell untruths.
"I was shot. While helping the war effort."
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"Shot?"
Her eyes go wide.
"Sugar, what's a girl like you doin' in a war?"
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He then quickly grabs the bottle of bourbon before she can touch it.
"Flight first, drinking after. Bar, could I borrow a Tinderblast?"
The broom appears on the counter as requested.
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"Master Scorpius, has anybody ever told you it ain't right takin' what's not yours?" she asks, trying her best at being scolding.
It's not entirely effective.
"What - flight? Now?"
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"And yes, flight now. Unless you'd like to finish your cupcake... Is it your birthday?"
The candle is a bit confusing, if it is.
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Now she can't help but look amused, and it is a pleasant relief.
"We'll see if I'll be in the sharin' mood later on. It ain't my birthday, it's - "
She shrugs, pinching out the flame and pushing the cupcake a ways away.
"Three years since I walked in for the first time. An ... anniversary of sorts. Or two."
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Bridgette notices at once, especially as it's the cowboy lady who looks like her mom.
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"Here, sugar..."
She picks it up, blowing out the candle and plucking it from the chocolate frosting.
"Y'can have it."
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"I'm a lil' older than that," she says teasingly. "It's my anniversary. Our anniversary, I guess."
She pats the Bar. Another cupcake pops up, like Kate's but with an extra dose of sprinkles and a glass of milk to substitute the bourbon.
"Well, lookit that. Now you gotta sit an' join me."
Horror.
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He spots Kate and grins with a small wince, "What's the occasion?"
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"What on earth have y'gotten into now?"
Her gaze is firmly fixed on that bruise.
"More fights at school?"
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"No on the Fourth, it ain't that bad."
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"I know I have issues with the Fourth, but what're yours?"
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