[OTA] Final Details

[intotherough]

A couple months work with a pair of surprisingly capable helpers - and a third who was good at taking care of the more delicate odds and ends - and the pub was pretty much done. Not open yet, of course, but if you managed to get past the tall Scot working on the outside window, you'd see a fairly impressive sight.

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[bitchwithabite]

Feet brought a woman far out of her way and toward familiar roads, more often than not, when her mind was elsewhere. Occupied with things like fine-tuning her motor control to dual wield and attack effectively. Like how she was handling Jordan's return and integration, and how she was going to get back to Six before the end of the year, if she had her way.

She'd noticed the construction in the last few months, of course, but stopping outside the front door (had it even had a front door last she saw it?) had her eyes sweeping toward the name on the window. MacKinnon's, huh? At any rate, it looked nice -- or, at least, from her peeking, it did. Craving stirred at the thought of being inside a bar again, of having a cold beer in hand and savoring the taste on her tongue. Her hand came up without her intention, aimed toward the door handle. Just...one drink.

The place wasn't even open yet.

[bitchwithabite]

She'll be snatched up and married in no time, if this keeps up. Just you watch.

With a shrug, she takes a long drink and lets out a sigh. "I know. But, y'know, anyone who expected anything less was foolin' themselves." Laureline's son couldn't possibly return to Spades with anything less than a fight to the death. Maybe he hadn't been here long enough to understand what training all through childhood by Laureline Novak meant, but the fact of the matter stands: Jordan didn't have another option.

"I'm sure he's super popular in the fancy spots, like we're popular in the seedy joints, doll. No problems here." Although she'll be a whole lot less popular in any place, the longer she goes without gorging herself on emotional Novocaine. Not because they're losing a drunk, but because they're losing the ridiculous amounts of money that she used to spend.

[intotherough]

He'll just wait for the wedding announcement in the Trump, then. Splashy half-page thing, no doubt.

"It's the way it goes, sometimes." Again, he doesn't seem particularly disturbed by it. Maybe he hasn't been around long enough to know how the Deck works (but actually, he has) but he knows how the world works, and nastiness is par for the course. "No use dwelling on it, I daresay."

He smiles, though. "It's all about finding a second home, yeah."