Non-EP | Kate Barlow | Notes at the Bar
July Fourth.
There'll be fireworks over Green Lake by now. Sharp pins of colorful light piercing the sky, shattering into a thousand broken pieces that sink into the water like broken glass, prisms of firelight in the dark. She wonders how the peaches fared in the drought. If Mrs. Parker or Mrs. Tennyson took home the blue ribbon. If the children danced around the maypole - if little James has grown tall enough to participate on his own. She wonders if the Hawthorns are dancing while the night sky sings.
She comes in from outdoors, the Milliways sky as motionless and black as the bottom of a dry well, and settles at the Bar. The good Miss doesn't provide a glass of whiskey. She provides a bottle. And Kate stares at it for a moment, the corner of her mouth ticking into a faint smile. It's like she knew she'd be drinking alone.
The bar itself is busy, but Kate isn't particularly in the mood for talking. Today is Independence Day, one of the most important days of the year back home, and in a few more days... Well. Tonight, she doesn't want to think. She only wants to drink.
There's only one thing to settle, first. She's been back for weeks now, and run into nearly everyone. Guppy's collected the gifts she brought back for Alex and Coral; she's delivered books and baubles, and one very fine hat. But there's one item left in her bag that she's been waiting to deliver. She hasn't seen hide nor hair of the overstuffed detective, and she figures, well, maybe Miss Bar will see him first.
Gene,
Thought you could use these.
Hope they fit. They're broken in, at least.
Kate
She folds the note in half, and pulls a pair of weathered - but incredibly well made - boots from her bag. Miss Bar takes care of both, holding onto them until the next time Gene shows up.
That taken care of, she collects her whiskey and heads for a booth in the corner of the room. Miss Bar gets a gentle pat before she goes.
[ooc: No tags, please. There will be a proper EP in a few days. :)]
There'll be fireworks over Green Lake by now. Sharp pins of colorful light piercing the sky, shattering into a thousand broken pieces that sink into the water like broken glass, prisms of firelight in the dark. She wonders how the peaches fared in the drought. If Mrs. Parker or Mrs. Tennyson took home the blue ribbon. If the children danced around the maypole - if little James has grown tall enough to participate on his own. She wonders if the Hawthorns are dancing while the night sky sings.
She comes in from outdoors, the Milliways sky as motionless and black as the bottom of a dry well, and settles at the Bar. The good Miss doesn't provide a glass of whiskey. She provides a bottle. And Kate stares at it for a moment, the corner of her mouth ticking into a faint smile. It's like she knew she'd be drinking alone.
The bar itself is busy, but Kate isn't particularly in the mood for talking. Today is Independence Day, one of the most important days of the year back home, and in a few more days... Well. Tonight, she doesn't want to think. She only wants to drink.
There's only one thing to settle, first. She's been back for weeks now, and run into nearly everyone. Guppy's collected the gifts she brought back for Alex and Coral; she's delivered books and baubles, and one very fine hat. But there's one item left in her bag that she's been waiting to deliver. She hasn't seen hide nor hair of the overstuffed detective, and she figures, well, maybe Miss Bar will see him first.
Gene,
Thought you could use these.
Hope they fit. They're broken in, at least.
Kate
She folds the note in half, and pulls a pair of weathered - but incredibly well made - boots from her bag. Miss Bar takes care of both, holding onto them until the next time Gene shows up.
That taken care of, she collects her whiskey and heads for a booth in the corner of the room. Miss Bar gets a gentle pat before she goes.
[ooc: No tags, please. There will be a proper EP in a few days. :)]