oom: milliways stables
Even though it had been awhile since he'd been here, Doc didn't spend any longer downstairs in the bar than he had to. He grabbed his notes from the countertop and jogged his way up the one flight of stairs to his room on the second floor, and made his way inside.
Kate wasn't there.
From the light seeping in through the windows, he can see that it's dark, and that the moon is still relatively large - not full - and his bag gets tossed on the end of his bed before he grabs his holster and knife, looping the leather belt around his waist before grabbing his tan duster and heading back out into the hall.
It's warm enough - spring enough - that he'd be fine in just his jeans and button down shirt, but the duster is comfortable. Familiar, just like the gun at his hip and the knife on the other.
He heads for the stables.
Kate wasn't there.
From the light seeping in through the windows, he can see that it's dark, and that the moon is still relatively large - not full - and his bag gets tossed on the end of his bed before he grabs his holster and knife, looping the leather belt around his waist before grabbing his tan duster and heading back out into the hall.
It's warm enough - spring enough - that he'd be fine in just his jeans and button down shirt, but the duster is comfortable. Familiar, just like the gun at his hip and the knife on the other.
He heads for the stables.