Kara||005
Who: punchesbards and havemyflaws
Where: The Tavern
Style: Third
Status: Closed
Finally taking Ezio up on his offer, Kara had left a message on his Dreamberry as she'd been heading out the door for the tavern after a day spent fishing leaves out of her bike which had now been brought inside on a more permanent basis just in case anything should happen to it. She'd locked up and left, not bothering to cast an eye out for Locke this time because it had been a long day and a long damn week and even though she'd gone out to a bar as well, she'd been drinking at home and that tended to leave a sour taste after a while.
It never took her as long to walk to the tavern when she was sober and she was glad to slip in and order herself a beer while she waited for Ezio to arrive, pulling out the bullet that still lived in her pocket - she honestly couldn't see herself not carrying it around near constantly for the forseeable future - and rolled it back and forth between her fingers as she drank, listening to the quiet murmur of conversation. It was a nice change of pace, she had to admit, from the pounding music at the dive bars she'd favoured recently because she wouldn't end up with a strained voice in the morning from having to shout to be heard.
So she settled back, beer on the table in front of her, bullet rolling between her fingers and the Dreamberry in her other hand as she idly thumbed through it, waiting for the Italian to show up.
Where: The Tavern
Style: Third
Status: Closed
Finally taking Ezio up on his offer, Kara had left a message on his Dreamberry as she'd been heading out the door for the tavern after a day spent fishing leaves out of her bike which had now been brought inside on a more permanent basis just in case anything should happen to it. She'd locked up and left, not bothering to cast an eye out for Locke this time because it had been a long day and a long damn week and even though she'd gone out to a bar as well, she'd been drinking at home and that tended to leave a sour taste after a while.
It never took her as long to walk to the tavern when she was sober and she was glad to slip in and order herself a beer while she waited for Ezio to arrive, pulling out the bullet that still lived in her pocket - she honestly couldn't see herself not carrying it around near constantly for the forseeable future - and rolled it back and forth between her fingers as she drank, listening to the quiet murmur of conversation. It was a nice change of pace, she had to admit, from the pounding music at the dive bars she'd favoured recently because she wouldn't end up with a strained voice in the morning from having to shout to be heard.
So she settled back, beer on the table in front of her, bullet rolling between her fingers and the Dreamberry in her other hand as she idly thumbed through it, waiting for the Italian to show up.