EP | Kate Barlow | Main Bar

[ikissdhimbck]

Kate comes inside from checking on the stock one last time. There's been some... interesting activity outside over the last few months, not limited to the birth of a two-headed cow (who is, in the very strangest way, cute as a button), but all-in-all things continue as 'normal

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[works_in_space]

"Kate?" Jim has no idea that the wardrobe is a rerun. He just thinks she's in fresh trouble.

[ikissdhimbck]

It would be a rather frightening sight for anyone who missed her the first go round, though she blessedly isn't moving like a woman who is wounded.

"Jim," she nods, taking a gulp from her glass of whiskey. "This ain't - fresh. I'm all right. Jus' headin' back home."

[works_in_space]

"Oh." Takes a few seconds to get it. And then he gives a rather small, if concerned, smile. "Yes, I guess you need to be careful about that.

"How are you?"

[ikissdhimbck]

She has the grace to look contrite.

She touches his shoulder gently.

"I'm sorry I gave you a fright. I'm all right. Nervous, but... whole. As of the moment."

She works her gullet.

"An' you?"

[guppy_sandhu]

"I hope you charged me for repairing that." Guppy says, coming to sit next to her.

[ikissdhimbck]

She smiles crookedly.

"Don't be 'daft'."

It's so rare she gets to use his own words against him; they don't sound quite right in her soft southern drawl, but then she is chuckling under her breath, too. Hopeless. Completely nonthreatening.

"I owe you one."

[guppy_sandhu]

Soft smile. "My reward is that you're okay. What do you want to drink?"

He orders himself a coffee with an extra espresso shot in. He's been finishing off the day room just now, and looks like he could welcome the return to a normal work schedule, rather than he current crazy one.

[ikissdhimbck]

She gives him a look - honestly, the least he could do is let her buy - but gives in with a soft chortle.

"Somethin' strong."

Really strong.

(And she'll get the next round.)

[alsoagreengrass]

"What happened here?" Scorpius asks, reaching out to touch the bloody blouse before rethinking it and withdrawing his fingers.

"You're not - Are you - Kate?"

As bloodied up as she might be, she doesn't look like she's keeling over in pain.

[ikissdhimbck]

Keeling over, no. She even takes a guarded half-step away from his reach, before she has time to think about it.

"I'm fine," she quickly assures him, raising her hands. "This is how I came in, last I was out my door."

Which is far from comforting, but she's hoping he'll focus on the fact that she's not in harm's immediate way.

[alsoagreengrass]

"Oh."

Reassuring as it might be to know she isn't hurt now -

"So you came in nearly dead the last time then, did you?"

- he isn't distracted from that fact.

[ikissdhimbck]

There is a pause.

"Yes."

At this point, there's really no reason to dress it up as anything other than what it was.

"But clearly the fates aren't ready t'get rid of me yet."

[mogget_cat]

"That shade of red really isn't your best color, I want you to know," says the green-eyed monster albino at the bar.

[ikissdhimbck]

She fixes him with too-blue eyes, a wry smile pulling at her lips.

"I should have you as my fashion coordinator, then."

Her grin broadens.

"S'not the best dinner attire, I reckon."

[mogget_cat]

"Well, it's the kind of color that usually goes better on others, than on oneself," he shrugs, smiling wryly. "And even then, it's not that great. Whoever suggested that it might look good on you, well, they need to look for a different career."

Because he's all over the veiled looming threat department when it comes to people getting his friends to wear that color.

[ikissdhimbck]

Her expression turns equally wry, touched with more gratitude for the thought than amusement.

"Assumin' they'll have the ability t'look for another career."

And Kate is all over the veiled comments on violence. They should go on the road with this act.

"Sit with me a spell?"

[not_his_pa]

William's been doing some reading and looks up when he sees her,

"You goin' into trouble, Miss Barlow? I could help."

[ikissdhimbck]

Her eyes naturally move to try and catch a glimpse of what he's reading.

Old habits die hard.

"I am," she eventually says. There's no reason to beat around the bush about it. "Not sure there's much y'could do, Master Evans."

[not_his_pa]

Its a book of stories by George MacDonald, he found them not far from Poe in the library,

"You sure? I can do a lot and don't want you gettin' hurt."

[ikissdhimbck]

She recognizes the author, for sure. It even brings a small, wistful smile to her face in spite of where she's about to go - reminding her, however briefly, of a more innocent time in her life.

"I fully believe you can. But I've got myself into a bit of a ... delicate situation."