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The hard rain Kate encountered outside seemed to be designed just for her. She can't remember the last time she saw it rain here. She stood outside for a long time in the fading light, chin tipped towards the heavens, letting herself get soaked to the bone. It was a hell of a weekend, and a hell of a morning. She's already slightly tipsy, and showing no signs of quitting anytime soon.
So when the rainstorm passes, she heads back into the bar and settles on a stool, ordering a fresh glass of whiskey. Droplets of water skate down her face and drip from her hair, but she does nothing about drying herself. She simply sits, and drinks.
She's got a lot of guilt, and a lot of anger to wash away.
ooc: Edit: Due to timing and threadhopping, the thread with Doc comes last. Both linked threads are still in progress. Kate is botherable, but be prepared for a moody drunk. This could get dangerous. >.>
[tiny!tag: The Russian Astronaut]
So when the rainstorm passes, she heads back into the bar and settles on a stool, ordering a fresh glass of whiskey. Droplets of water skate down her face and drip from her hair, but she does nothing about drying herself. She simply sits, and drinks.
She's got a lot of guilt, and a lot of anger to wash away.
ooc: Edit: Due to timing and threadhopping, the thread with Doc comes last. Both linked threads are still in progress. Kate is botherable, but be prepared for a moody drunk. This could get dangerous. >.>
[tiny!tag: The Russian Astronaut]