When Harriet walks into the Inn, she's not dressed exactly the way she usually is. Elegant white dress (with a V-neck that dips... rather low), long white gloves ( Read more... )

So. The narration feels a bit guilty for not having posted certain people in for a while. So here's a post.

Kaylee has wandered in again, with a baby inna sling against her chest. She looks very cheerful about being here, and has thought up her usual treat of strawberries and cream to celebrate.

Florence is sitting at the bar, not even ( Read more... )

Tonight could not possibly get worse. There's a good chance the show's going to end, and that will mean she and almost all of her friends are abruptly out of work. Harriet is not a pessimist, but she can't convince herself things could possibly be any worse. Then, if she were a pessimist, she'd be convinced it could and is going to get worse, but ( Read more... )

There is a man who's just run into the Inn. He is a writer from Hollywood, he had back surgery (L-5 S-1, if that means anything) three days ago, and he's high as a paper kite on Vicodin and Percoset. He just won a Writer's Guild award for a screenplay he wrote, and he looks rather pissed ( Read more... )