[OOM: On Shadow, Sallie has an unexpected encounter.]

Events in Jefferson District have quieted some; Dorothy's even starting to be more willing to go about the business of running her home on her own.

Doesn't mean she's not still visiting her friend every day. Sometimes she even brings her fruit.

But Sallie can't ever say where she's getting real mangoes from.

Preparing to ride out is almost more than Jim's body can handle. After a while, he comes to welcome the pain. It hurts too much to concentrate on anything else; certainly too much to think about how very many ways he has failed ( Read more... )

Things Buffy was expecting to find behind this door:

1. The bathroom.
   
2. Her toothbrush.
   
3. The Queen of Scotland. (She's having a weird dream.)

Things Buffy does find behind this door:

1. That weird bar.
   
2. Some creepy guy in the corner.
   
3. The vague sense that there are about 14 corners, none of them quite connected to the same walls.

Ennis' been around.

Maybe he ain't been seen much. Could be he's been spending time with someone. Or some horses. Or off by himself, even. He's okay with not bein' seen much.

But right now, he can be seen in a booth, with a plate of food that ain't been touched, and a glass that has been.

So, Harth had been leaning on Bar - on his left arm, the right shoulder's mostly healed, but still painful - feeling bored after the other day's action.

But then a napkin appears in front of him. He stares for a second.

Says, "Seriously?The answer, apparently, is yes. Seriously ( Read more... )

[OOM: One of the problems with living out in the middle of nowhere is that someone's gotta come find you to relay news.

Fortunately, this time it's the good kind.]

There is a Jonathan. He's in short sleeves, revealing the new scar on his upper arm, and he looks just a little grim.

He's sitting by the Bar, nursing a drink. He'd probably welcome company, especially but not exclusively company who went on the Wolfram and Hart mission.

Mel had left a beer at her table when she departed for a quick mission in the past. The waitrats thoughtfully left it for her, so she returns to it as soon as her giggles subside ( Read more... )

X, wearing jeans and a tank top (hush, she's trying to 'blend in'), is seated at the bar.

The remains of a meal are in front of her.

She's got one iPod earbud in her ear, and she's frowning a little as she listens to music.

Blame the lyrics.

She is having trouble with metaphors.