Strangefellows and right outside the door - Late. Very late.
She had only been looking for her umbrella. Really, that was all.
It had been raining cats and dogs outside and she had been running late for her volunteer job at the local soup kitchen. Apparently, though, it had been a very bad idea to open the closet in search of her umbrella, because now, she was...
She was...
In the middle of a bar.
A dark, smoky, foreign bar, most likely full of lots of sound that she couldn't hear.
Her eyes were wide, astonished, the icy blue irises sliding from side to side in search of a familiar face or, mayhap, a familiar wing. A black umbrella was clutched between her hands, held like a protective staff.
I'm... confused, she thought, blinking and making an effort to straighten her posture and look unconcerned while she made an attempt to figure out what the hell had just happened.
She figured that she wouldn't be at all unjustified in blaming whatever-this-was on her good-for-nothing "Guardian" Angel.
Her first move was to get herself out of the bar, as she had never liked the general atmosphere of drinking houses, and she was also hoping that being outside would clear her head and show her some familiar, welcome landmark.
It had been raining cats and dogs outside and she had been running late for her volunteer job at the local soup kitchen. Apparently, though, it had been a very bad idea to open the closet in search of her umbrella, because now, she was...
She was...
In the middle of a bar.
A dark, smoky, foreign bar, most likely full of lots of sound that she couldn't hear.
Her eyes were wide, astonished, the icy blue irises sliding from side to side in search of a familiar face or, mayhap, a familiar wing. A black umbrella was clutched between her hands, held like a protective staff.
I'm... confused, she thought, blinking and making an effort to straighten her posture and look unconcerned while she made an attempt to figure out what the hell had just happened.
She figured that she wouldn't be at all unjustified in blaming whatever-this-was on her good-for-nothing "Guardian" Angel.
Her first move was to get herself out of the bar, as she had never liked the general atmosphere of drinking houses, and she was also hoping that being outside would clear her head and show her some familiar, welcome landmark.