| Go to Girl |
[28 Dec 2007|11:09am] |
Oliver ended up making more than one phone call after he stomped out of the Wolfram and Hart building. He realized in fairly short order that his initial plan was foolish, that he was barking up the wrong tree, and so he altered his plans accordingly. He knew that whatever he tried to tell Mallory, she'd never believe. But he knew who would take his word for it, if only on the surface. That was all he needed.
He was sitting in a coffee shop a couple of blocks away from the hotel, looking down at an open sketch pad as he finished up what he'd been working on. What better way to express what he'd seen - done - than to capture it on paper? He hadn't drawn anything in over two years, had let the habit go by the wayside. Maybe it was time to change that.
A cup of black coffee was cooling near the edge of the table, and he picked it up absently to take a sip. He would complete this one, then go on to another. Even if no one ever saw them, he knew what they were and what they meant. The lines of Hannah's pixie face had taken form on the formerly blank sheet of paper, and he smiled very slightly before his expression became characteristically solemn again. He had precious few things he cared very much about, but this was one of them. He wanted to remember why.
Julie entered the coffee shop and spotted Oliver sketching away in the corner of the establishment. Whatever it was that he was working on, he was paying complete attention to that rather than the outside world.
The werewolf shook her head slightly at the sight of the spellcaster seeming to be so distracted and moved to get in line for a coffee of her own before finding out what was so important that he called her. In the two years she'd known him, Oliver had never initiated contact. It had always been the other way around, and while she wouldn't call the man a friend he had never steered her wrong and always treated her with respect.
There was the one kiss they'd shared in the hallway of his hotel, but Julie never had been able to figure out what had caused that. He'd never shown any interest in her romantically, and truth be told he brought back too many memories of Judah for her to be interested in him in that way.
The short line moved and eventually she got her grande mocha before coming to sit down in the seat opposite Oliver. "Hello Oliver," she greeted the spellcaster politely, gracing him with a small smile. She glanced down at the sketchpad, but the cover had been closed and denied her a view of whatever it had been that he'd sketched.
"You're looking well."
( Message for Mallory )
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| A letter from the dead |
[26 Nov 2007|10:45pm] |
Julie hummed to herself as she swept out the back room of the Lighthouse bar, finishing up the last of the work needed to close the place up for the night. It had been a slow night and the werewolf had started closing everything up early. With her hearing there would be no worries about people coming in without her knowing about it, so once she'd finished cleaning up the front she'd moved to the back.
( What's that noise? )
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| The things people write |
[09 Oct 2007|09:44pm] |
In his years on the stage, Orrin had known that there were trade papers that followed the doings of actors and actresses while they were between projects, but nothing had truly prepared him for the sheer amount of information that existed when it came to the personal lives of television stars. The set was mostly quiet after a day's worth of shooting, and he'd been loitering around waiting for Anna while perusing a copy of Entertainment Weekly. He wanted to talk about these...pictures of hers.
But what was really disturbing? What he hadn't expected at all? Was that he'd discovered that strangest creature of all, a 'gift' from his press agent, who'd directed him to a number of websites after they discussed his options for when his contract came up for renewal again. Some of it was good, some of it not so much, some of it was downright execrable.
Orrin had discovered fanfiction.
His dark brows were drawn together in a studious fashion, and to any bystander he could have been reading a copy of Titus Andronicus from all the concentration he was giving the printed sheets in his hand. People wrote this stuff? For fun? He was never going to understand the way the mindset of today's television viewer worked.
There was a shuffling noise off to his left, and he hurriedly folded the papers up and tucked them out of sight in the inside pocket of his jacket. Which would be worse, to be caught reading a gossip rag or to be caught reading the amateurish efforts of some high-school student with a laptop? He didn't want to find out.
"Thanks again for watching her Mrs. Parsons, I'll be leaving the set soon." Julianna hung up her cell phone and slipped it back into her pocket before starting to gather her things.
It had been a long day on the set, shooting a scene between Connor and Julie for an upcoming episode of the show. She enjoyed working with Calvin. Sure he was a little edgy off camera, but when it came to actually doing his job he was a damn good actor. The character of Connor was one that seemed to be evolving as time went on, but she wondered just how more fucked up the writers could make the poor guy.
Not that Julie's writers were any different, it seemed like the werewolf was always worried or concerned about something.
But work was over for the day, which was good since it was late and she needed to be getting home to Annie. Mrs. Parsons was an older woman and something like the neighborhood grandma, but Julianna couldn't impose on her to keep watching her daughter forever. If nothing else it would make her feel bad that the older woman wasn't getting enough sleep, trying to take care of an energetic four year old.
She fixed herself a snack from the on set buffet table and started toward the door, and saw Orrin still sitting in his chair even though they'd finished shooting well over fifteen minutes before. "Orrin, for heaven's sake the day is done, no need to stay." It wasn't like he had a curtain call or anything.
( Improvising )
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| Visiting |
[05 Oct 2007|09:43pm] |
"Bear! Get off the couch! Bad puppy!" Julianna Sanders scolded the black lab, which looked at her with sad eyes as if to say What? The couch is comfortable mom. You sit on it, why can't I?. The actress was unrepentant and dragged the dog off the couch. "You know better than that, Bear. C'mon, get off."
Unlike most of her cast mates, Julianna did not live in Searchlight while shooting Birthright: The Series. Sure she had a trailer on the lot that she hung out at in between scenes, but the town was just too small for her needs.
Instead, the young actress had bought a house in Henderson. A house in a decent middle class neighborhood with plenty of young families. It was important to her that Annie have other kids her own age to play with, especially with her hours on the set. She was determined that her daughter have a normal life away from the craziness of Hollywood and the self destructive lifestyle that Julianna's ex pursued there.
It helped that Henderson's school system was excellent and that she'd gotten Annie into a fantastic preschool.
In many ways the show had been a life saver: this had been the first series she'd been in that had actually gone anywhere. Her financial situation had been dire before she'd landed a part on the hit show at the start of its second season, coming so soon after her divorce. Julianna had been days away from packing up and moving back with her parents in Missouri and putting that college education to use in something other than acting.
Now she could pursue what she loved, and had made several close friends among the cast and crew in the past two years.
( Pigtails and Braces )
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| Clearing the air |
[02 Oct 2007|08:56pm] |
Julie had watched the news coverage of Fang Noir's destruction anxiously since she'd realized the extent of the damage. The building had been transformed from nightclub to hollowed out shell, with clumps of rubble sticking out from the basement.
All three cable news channels had led with the nightclub's destruction on the morning newscasts, with reports of people killed and injured. Through it all there was no sign of Connor and she didn't know if he were alive or dead.
The werewolf paced back and forth in the living room of the upstairs apartment that she shared with her coworkers, trying not to worry and failing miserably. She and Connor weren't even in a relationship yet, not officially anyway, but whatever else he was to her Connor was a friend and there had been no word.
( Need a ride )
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| Walking the Dog |
[25 Sep 2007|09:29pm] |
Julie hummed along to the music coming out of her ipod as she jogged through the streets of Searchlight. The worst of the heat was over for the day as the sun began to sink below the horizon, and the werewolf was finishing her workout with one last lap around town.
Her route took her through the trailer park, a deliberate choice to force herself to get used to passing by Hannah's trailer without feeling the pang of grief over her friend's death. The cry she'd had with Connor had helped ease her sorrow, but it hadn't yet gone away completely. Going by the trailer was another step in her road to acceptance.
She spotted Mallory out walking along the opposite side of the road, Tuffy on the leash. Julie altered course to meet them and waved.
Mallory waved back, bringing Tuffy to heel as Julie drew closer. She was never certain how the dog would react to her friend, so better safe than sorry. "Hey, you," she said with a smile, leaning down to give the boxer's ears a quick scratch. "Nice evening for a jog. It does get something like cool around here eventually."
( Catching up on loved ones living and mostly dead )
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| What you can do today |
[05 Sep 2007|03:14pm] |
The lighthouse was closed and all the lights were off. Julie had finished cleaning after Hannah's ghost, or what she thought was Hannah's ghost, and the werewolf now sat in the light of the waning moon sipping a beer.
In a way, encountering her friend's spirit had made her feel even worse. If she'd been there in that trailer when Hannah had made that choice she could have pulled the blonde away from Whistler, stopped her before she gave up too much of her energy in the attempt to cure him.
She needed to get over that feeling. Julie knew it wasn't healthy to be sitting there brooding, but she couldn't quite bring herself to let go yet.
Connor had made sure that Rhiannon had been all right to drive before she'd left the parking lot of the Lighthouse, then trudged back to the bar. The sunburn was starting to sting a little more, and he wondered if there was something inside that he could put on it. He hoped he still had a job, since this was his first time really being back, but he thought that Jo would be pretty understanding once he explained it to her.
When he came across Julie sitting by herself drinking a beer, he stopped walking and studied the ground in front of his shoes before moving again. He'd left her in such a state before that it occurred to him that he might need her forgiveness over the disappearing act, but all he said was, "Hey. Long day?"
He took a seat close by, feeling loose grains of sand peppering the back of his neck. Tonight he would sleep in his own bed and see if that helped. He did feel a little better, but only a little. It seemed like he would have gotten used to it by now, but some things you never really developed a thick skin over.
( It's been a long time )
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| Breaking the News |
[29 Jul 2007|05:29pm] |
"Go! go! go!" Julie cheered at the TV as the Arizona Diamondbacks' player rounded third and was running for all he was worth for home plate. Things had been slow at the Lighthouse this evening and the werewolf was perched on one of the barstools, watching her team destroy the opponents. So far the Diamondbacks were up 7-2 and it was only the sixth inning.
"Yes!" She pumped her fist in the air as the player touched home plate, sending the Diamondbacks up to a six point lead. Baseball hadn't been her thing in the past, but working in a bar had led her to develop a certain appreciation for professional sports. It was either that or go crazy since the TVs were always set to one game or another, it was unavoidable.
Connor had inched back to the Lighthouse, wanting to put off being back as long as possible. If he was very lucky, the place would be closed and Julie would have gone upstairs to bed. He had no idea of what time it was. He didn't want to tell her. He wanted to dig himself a hole and crawl into it for a thousand years.
But the lights were still on, and he heard the excited voice of a sports announcer when he opened the door to step inside. Nothing could ever go right, could it? He let the door bang shut behind him, then crossed the room to step behind the counter and fish around in one of the coolers for a bottle of beer.
He opened it without a word, and the cap hit the wooden counter with a soft clinking noise as he took a drink he couldn't taste. He felt gutted, as if someone had stabbed him and then yanked out all of his insides. Only the joke was on him, because they'd done it and then left him alive so that he could feel every nerve end screaming. He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to be anywhere.
"That's too loud, can you turn it down a little?" he asked Julie in a hollow voice. Because if she didn't, he very well might throw the bottle in his hand through the screen, and Jo wouldn't like that. He'd never been more tired or used up. Another drink of beer, and his voice was still flat when he said, "I have something I have to tell you."
( Something's happened to Hannah )
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| An unexpected visitor |
[07 Jul 2007|02:04pm] |
Julie hadn't been able to get Mallory's words out of her head: Some kind of...something has taken hold of her, made her violent. Dangerous. Like...like really dangerous. I can't figure out what's going on.
"I must be going crazy," the werewolf muttered as she stepped into an elevator at the Bellagio. She'd never actually been to Oliver's suite at the casino before, but had the address leftover from when she'd been dealing with him to send his double back to 1900. Mallory might have her suspicions, but as far as Julie was concerned the spellcaster was trustworthy...if he'd given his word.
Whatever else he was, Oliver was honest and had a sense of personal honor.
Maybe he would have a clue about what was going on, and what could be done about it. The best thing would be to have someone stake the vampire in question, but that would destroy Mal too, and Julie didn't want that.
Oliver didn't know what got into people sometimes. There was a reason he'd constructed his life in such a fashion that he didn't have to deal with them unless it was absolutely necessary, and the conversation he'd just had was one of them. There was possibly the need for another layer between himself and the general population.
Shirtless, the spellcaster stalked around his hotel room, lighting a cigarette and muttering to himself as he looked for his shoes. If the fucking cleaning staff had been stealing from him, he was going to raise a stink the likes of which the management of this place had never seen. He wondered how they'd like having a rain of frogs in the casino downstairs.
He still hadn't called Jill, and there were fresh razor cuts on his stomach. Something was gnawing at him, chewing a little harder than usual, and he was unable to locate what it was. Smoke escaping from his nostrils, Oliver glanced at the phone, and then away from it. Why should he bother if she was going to recoil from him? He could go anywhere he liked and have somebody look at him as though he was a freak. Like certain redheads.
People.
( knock, knock )
The spellcaster paused, looking down into her face as the two of them hovered in the doorway. He was almost a foot taller than she was, and he smirked at the difference in their heights for no reason at all. "Good to see you again. Maybe next time it won't be because of a vampire."
Later, he was reasonably certain that he'd only intended to kiss Julie on the cheek, but somehow his mouth found hers instead, and he let it linger for a second or two too long. She was warm. Something inside his brain twisted. The elevator at the end of the hall dinged loudly into the silence, and Oliver broke the contact.
"Good night, Julie," he said, as if nothing had happened, and the door clicked shut, leaving the werewolf in the hallway.
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| Making Plans |
[08 Jun 2007|10:02pm] |
The sun was out in full force today, and the temperature outside the cool confines of the Lighthouse was a stifling 101F. It had brought in a crowd of retired ranchers and Lake Powell refugees during the lunchtime rush, and it had kept the tiny bar hopping well into the afternoon. Julie'd been on her feet all day, and she honestly thought if it weren't for her werewolf enhanced stamina that she might have collapsed an hour ago from exhaustion.
But things were finally shaping up. She'd cleaned the bar room, wiping down tables and straightening chairs, then restocked the bar itself. The werewolf felt like cheering when she dumped the last of the ice into the cooler under the counter top, finishing her prep chores for the evening shift. It was always good to leave things as good or better than you found them, Julie thought, and she knew she always appreciated coming into the evening shift with the bar stocked and ready to go.
The door to the back opened and she looked up to see Connor walk in. She perked up just a bit at the sight of him, wondering what brought him into the bar proper on one of his off days. "Shouldn't you be off relaxing at the lake or something? Not that I don't mind the company but..." the werewolf gestured toward the sparkling bar, "we're all caught up."
( Idle Chatter? )
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| Scene Requests as of 5-23-07 |
[23 May 2007|10:07pm] |
I want to try and get the characters out and about to meet more people. :)
Julie (Pint Sized):
Faith, Billy, Corbet and Connor (thread) - done
Grace - done
Julie (post pint sized):
Connor - done
Faith
Purity
Hannah - done
Clemence
GW
Meredith - done
Christian
Whistler
Bastian (Flashbacks)
Leah
Jill - done
Star
Eflelda - done
Erato - done
Bethany - done
Reverie
Faith
Christian
OK, that list should take care of me through the rest of April and May, if I can keep myself disciplined. :)
(EDIT: Hell, at this rate I'll be lucky to be done with this by the 4th of July)
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| Happy Meals |
[21 May 2007|06:44pm] |
Julie made her way down the stairs as quietly as she could, wanting to surprise Connor, who at this point had no clue she'd reverted back to her true age. She knew he'd be getting ready to open up the bar for the lunchtime crowd, but had no idea if her stealthiness would be enough to counter his enhanced senses.
The werewolf had replayed the events just prior to becoming a munchkin over and over since she'd woken up as her twenty five year old self again, but the only thing that stood out made no sense at all. That little girl had seemed a perfectly normal human child, nothing unusual in her scent that made her stand out.
She reached the bottom of the stairs and peeked through the doorway into the back room. No sign of Conor, but his scent was fresh, he'd been here recently. The werewolf started tiptoeing through the back of the bar toward the main room itself.
Connor was in the process of stocking one of the coolers, listening to the way the icecubes crunched around the bottles as he placed them inside one at the time. He folded up the paper container when he was finished, banked it into a nearby trash can. The bar was still empty, but the small crowd of regulars would be in for lunch pretty soon. The young man used his foot to push the trash can out of his way and underneath the counter, then made a last visual sweep of the room.
The sound of carefully muted footsteps distracted him from his task, and he turned his head slightly to focus on the noise. He was used to people trying to sneak up on him, but the hairs on the back of his neck hadn't risen, so he simply waited. Julie? He hadn't seen her since finding out that Spike was back to normal. A slight sniff at the air came and went, and Connor ducked down behind the bar to move in a walking crouch to the opposite end of it. Was it possible to play hide and seek with a werewolf?
( Hide and Seek )
( Voicemail for Hannah )
( Happy Meals )
Julie wondered what he'd been about to say, but accepted that whatever it was he wasn't ready to talk about it. She reached out and put a hand on his arm. "Thanks Connor, I really do appreciate that and everything else you've done. If you ever need someone to talk to, about anything, let me know. You've been there for me, let me be there for you."
He was more than ok in her book.
He looked at her hand on his arm, shrugged the opposite shoulder. "I didn't do anything," he demurred, feeling vulnerable and almost like he wanted to go hide in his room upstairs. But as he'd thought only a few minutes ago, it was only Julie. And he liked her. His mouth quirked into a very slight smile.
"But you're welcome anyway," he added with a nod. "It's what friends are for. I'm just glad I was there to help out." He smile widened a notch, and then he moved off to take the beer order of a nearby customer. That was all the energy he had to spend on bonding with co-workers today. But he felt like he'd made a good effort. Maybe this being normal business wasn't really so tough.
Now, about that vampire.....
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[15 May 2007|08:41pm] |
"Thank god that's over," Julie muttered to herself, looking at the reflection of her adult self in the mirror.
Once she'd woken up back in her adult self, the first thing she'd done was to close the door to her room and lock it, she didn't want Connor or Jo to walk in on her thinking she was still her six year old self. Normally she wasn't a vain woman, but after suddenly being transformed into a kindergartner for a few days and then back again she wanted a little reassurance about her looks. That explained why she was looking at her reflection staring back at her without a stitch on.
The werewolf studied her appearance for a few minutes, trying to see if there had been any changes from her temporary reversion to childhood. Nothing seemed any different, the curves were all still as she remembered and the scar from when Grace impaled her with that car antenna was still there.
Grace. Julie had no illusions about the identity of the eight year old girl she'd spent hours playing with as a six year old earlier in the day. How had such a nice, sweet, kid turn into such a monster? Was it something with the turning process or had life already ground down the woman the little girl became? The werewolf shook her head, she had no idea what the answer to that was and really, what did it matter? There wasn't anything she could do about it.
She sighed and reached for her grandmother's locket, mentally taking that connection to family and history and putting it back where it belonged.
Her pint sized self had secretly been terrified that Connor wouldn't find her parents and she'd never see them again, something her adult self could relate to all to well with her years on the run from Brad. There had been days where she'd literally cried herself to sleep worrying if she'd ever see them again, and from homesickness. Thankfully that phase of her life was passed, but Julie made a mental note to call and check up on the family. She'd missed her normal call in night and didn't want them to worry.
The locket was followed by underwear, tanktop and shorts from her dresser. After sitting down on her bed long enough to slip into a pair of sandals, Julie unlocked the door and stepped out.
She had a friend to find and thank for looking after her in a vulnerable situation.
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| Colors |
[13 May 2007|06:39pm] |
Never a busy place during the day, the Lighthouse Bar was positively deserted on this particular afternoon.
Aside from Connor, who was off in the back taking inventory, the only other person in the bar was a tiny girl seated at one of the tables toward the back. Julie's tongue peeked out from between her lips as the little girl concentrated on keeping her crayon in between the lines of the page from the coloring book. Connor had surprised her with a mega box of crayons and several coloring books the night before, and she was making good use of them to stay busy while she waited for Connor to finish his shift so they could go to the playground.
This door sure was heavy. Maybe that was to keep little kids out, since Miss Clemence had seemed mighty surprised to find her here that first time. But Grace was undaunted, her small hands twisting the knob firmly, and the large door creaked open to reveal the same dark-paneled room as before, just as empty as it was the last time.
"Missus?" she called in a low voice, looking towards the high counter where the stools were lined up. As long as there wasn't any of that awful, smelly stuff in the brown bottles, it wouldn't be too bad to sit on the padded seats again. "Miss Clemence, are you to home?"
( Wanna Color? )
"I'd like that," she said somewhat gravely, still looking down at the half-finished picture. "Ya'll got a swimming hole? There's one not a mile from my house. Maybe, if your parents would let you, you could come see me. We have lots of room. Momma'd like you 'cause you got good manners."
Her feet kicked idly a few inches above the floor as she continued to tend to her share of the picture and she realized that, while she certainly did miss her mother, meeting Julie had made it better.
Julie beamed. "I'd love to visit Kentucky...I've never been any further east than Texas." She was excited at the idea of visiting a far away place, and hoped her parents would agree.
The little girl missed her family, but having Grace and her other new friends made it bearable. With a little bit of luck, this would turn into those kinds of friendships her momma talked about that would last the rest of their lives.
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| Unlikely friends |
[23 Apr 2007|09:34pm] |
Unwilling to let Julie out of his sight until the matter of Erato's necklace had been settled, Connor decided to at least stay within lurking distance of the little girl for the next few days. He put the piece of jewelry away for safekeeping and then went about his business. As promised, he'd bought the child her extra slices of pie at the diner, keeping one watchful eye out for the nice lady from the playground. Better safe than sorry, at least until he figured out why he didn't like the odor she left behind.
He worked the afternoon shift at the Lighthouse, then took a short shower upstairs before putting on fresh clothes. He'd decided on McDonald's for dinner that night, if only for a change of pace from the diner, and he drew looks as he carred Julie into the establishment. He felt sure that she would rather have walked on her own, but her short little legs couldn't keep up with his much longer stride, and he was starving. Setting her down in the plastic seat, he shrugged and said, "Sorry about the taxi service, but I didn't get much chance to eat today. Next time, I'll leave you be. Do you want milk or juice?"
Julie was not<./i> happy about being carried around like she was some baby, and her lips were pushed out in a pout as she folded her arms and stared up at Connor in annoyance. If it had been her father who'd done it, Julie probably wouldn't have minded so much, but so far there hadn't been any sign of her parents.
It worried Julie that her family hadn't been found yet and she tried not to worry that something might have happened to them. How hard could it be to find the ranch? If she could just remember the phone number...
"Can I have a soda instead? please?" Her expression changed to a pleading one, looking up at him with her big brown eyes open wide in a way that she knew he was vulnerable to. Connor wasn't so bad, but she missed Mommy and Daddy. She even missed her brothers.
( Non-journal entry )
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| When Julie met Lilly |
[30 Mar 2007|09:17pm] |
Julie left the back door to the Lighthouse open as she readied the bar for the lunchtime crowd. Spring had definitely arrived in Searchlight, and she wanted to take advantage of the warm weather to let fresh air into the bar room. There was just something wonderful about the first really warm day of the spring.
The werewolf finished stocking the bar and gathered the plastic and cardboard remenants of the packaging to stuff into the garbage. After dumping the packaging remnants into the bag, Julie tightened the strings, pulled it out and made her way outside.
After depositing the trash bag in the dumpster, her sensative ears heard the sounds of a child's crying nearby. Frowning, Julie followed the noise to its source, a little girl standing on the sidewalk. The poor thing couldn't be older than six or seven, and looked scared.
"Honey are you ok?" Julie crouched down in front of the girl, "Where are your parents?"
"I'm lost," the little girl told her, looking at her with her big brown eyes, "will you help me find my mommy?"
"Of course sweetie," Julie smiled and brushed back the girl's hair out of her face before standing up and holding out her hand. The girl seemed to perk up at the sight of the outstretched hand and latched onto it with her own. "We'll go inside and I'll call the police to come help."
Julie started to walk them back toward the bar. She planned to take her upstairs to the apartment call the local police and report finding this lost child, but the girl giggled and let go of the werewolf's hand.
"Hey! Where are you going?" A confused Julie stared after the girl as she ran away laughing.
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| Don't I know you? |
[13 Mar 2007|09:53pm] |
It was a rare thing for Julie to come up to Vegas in the evening, but the werewolf was suffering from a case of cabin fever and needed to get away.
She'd gone up to Heaven's Peak for a night of dancing, trying to get out of the rut she'd gotten into lately. It seemed to Julie that ever since she'd sent Judah back to 1900 she'd been hiding out at the Lighthouse and just kind of going through the motions. Visiting her family had been the exception, but that was during the holidays and so didn't really count in her book.
Besides, family didn't count when you were trying to get back in the swing of single life.
Since turning in her notice at Heaven's Peak, Grace had been at extremely loose ends, trying to figure out what to do with herself. She'd decided that a personal project was in order, she just didn't know what. As she'd told Darian, she did have ambition, but without something solid to point that ambition at, all it amounted to was hunger.
The vampire cruised past the club, found the line of people waiting to get inside as long as ever, wondered if Bethany was inside. She pondered stepping inside, then decided not to. Better not to go tromping over whatever was going on with the Slayer, whatever was wrong. She was out of it and they were square, that was all that counted.
She was just reaching for her smokes when she caught a whiff of something sharp and foreign on the breeze, and she tilted her face up into it. Foreign, yes, but not foreign enough. Grace shook her head, put a cigarette into her mouth and lit up, just to let the tobacco smell cut through the sudden stench.
Wolves. Ew.
( What's that smell? )
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| Closing Time Chatter |
[06 Feb 2007|05:25pm] |
It was the end of a busy evening shift at the Lighthouse bar. Between college games and the snowstorm it had been a huge night with people staying close to home, and the werewolf had needed every bit of her enhanced stamina to keep up with the demand for food and drink from the many patrons that had packed the bar.
She shooed out the last of the patrons, a retired rancher named Bill Tucker who was a regular in the bar. "Out you go Bill! Don't make me call Nancy again, hmm?" She teased the man as he reluctantly put on his coat and hat, the idle threat of calling his wife always seemed to work. Once he was out the door, she locked it and turned off the sign outside before turning back to survey the damage.
"So, how much work have we got before turning in?" She asked her shiftmate and newest roomie.
"I'll check the bathrooms if you'll do a tour of the tables," Connor answered, wiping his hands on a damp cloth after putting several used glasses into the dishwasher. He and Julie had only met before their shift started, but so far they seemed to be getting along fine. He'd even lifted his ban on talking once things started to wind down for the night.
"How'd you do for tips?" he added, checking the pocket of his own apron before pulling out a mess of wadded bills. He shuffled through them aimlessly, then put them away again. "I thought those two ladies at the far end of the room would never leave, but it was worth it. Between them, they kicked in nine bucks for the motorcycle fund."
He glanced at the neon Budweiser sign behind the bar, then hit the switch to turn it off. God, that thing got kind of annoying after a while. "You gonna turn in for the night when we're done?"
( Non-journal Entry )
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