Kevin's been a little scarce since meeting Simon Cole and hearing what he had to say. This is because he's terrified of running into Arnaud in the bar ( Read more... )

Kevin can't sleep, though he's been trying for hours.

So he comes downstairs to get a cup of hot chocolate or two, with a liberal helping of alcohol.

Uncharacteristic, maybe, but he's under a lot of strain right now.

Kevin emerges from the infirmary and heads straight for the Bar, ordering an Irish coffee almost before he sits down.

He looks oddly wary as he scans the room.

Charlie, guitar, the lake shining golden in the afternoon sun.

( Singing. )

Cywyllog is ready to leave. Of course, she promised someone she'd do something first.

So here she is. Hovering. Near the infirmary.

Any equipment that may be visible when she peeks in every now and then is being eyed. Warily.

Kevin is sitting in a secluded booth, alone.

He got a letter with his coffee, yesterday, and he'd rather read it over again in privacy.

Kevin comes downstairs from the guest rooms, looking tanned and unusually relaxed.

It's with some relief that he heads for the Bar to get a cup of coffee.

He tiptoes down the steps before he intends to go to sleep. He'd taken days and days to write the letter he'd promised in only a night or two, but Kevin should know he's a slacker by now, so it probably won't surprise him. That being said, he hesitates just a little before placing the envelope on the bar ( Read more... )

Chris enters Milliways and looks around for his houseguests.

[ooc: mun apologizes for lateness and lameness of post.]

Kevin and Darien are in a booth together, just having a quiet beer.

They're not really talking about anything significant when the background music starts up.