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milliways_bar2013-08-13 06:16 pm
ikissdhimbck) wrote in milliways_bar2013-08-13 06:16 pm
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EP: Kate Barlow | Main Bar
Kate comes inside trailing clouds of dust behind her. She's been working the stables, as usual. Today was a hot one, and it didn't seem fit working the stock so long as the sun was high, so she set about cleaning and organizing instead. She takes off her hat and sets it on the Bar, wincing apologetically as dirt puffs up and settles on the lacquered surface.
"Beggin' your pardon, Miss. I'll clean it up. Meantime, could I get somethin' cold?"
A pint of peach cobbler ice cream pops up as she settles herself on a stool. She eyeballs it dubiously. How can you put a respectable cobbler in a bucket of cold ice cream? She don't believe it can be done. Naturally, she won't dismiss it out of hand without giving it a fair shake. For science, and all.
She opens a ledger and starts going over notes, scooting the pint closer. Every now and again, her hand strays to her chest, absently playing with the necklace she's wearing. It's strangely soothing.
[ooc: Open indefinitely, inside the bar or outside.]
"Beggin' your pardon, Miss. I'll clean it up. Meantime, could I get somethin' cold?"
A pint of peach cobbler ice cream pops up as she settles herself on a stool. She eyeballs it dubiously. How can you put a respectable cobbler in a bucket of cold ice cream? She don't believe it can be done. Naturally, she won't dismiss it out of hand without giving it a fair shake. For science, and all.
She opens a ledger and starts going over notes, scooting the pint closer. Every now and again, her hand strays to her chest, absently playing with the necklace she's wearing. It's strangely soothing.
[ooc: Open indefinitely, inside the bar or outside.]
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She munches down a couple more mouthfuls of ice cream while waiting for her answer.
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She's right.
But Kate just shakes her head. She's already made up her mind. She won't turn on Voodoo, and she won't put Tommy in that position.
"S'why I've asked for secrecy. So long as no one knows 'bout us, it can never happen again. Right? I wanted t'be discreet t'begin with anyhow."
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She takes a few steadying breaths, dabbing at her eyes.
"I shouldn't be tellin' you all this anyhow. I dunno how we even got here."
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She shrugs. "That's what life's all about. One day you're eating lunch, then you're spilling your guts to an acquaintance."
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"Well, you'll hafta forgive me. I don't usually do that."
It's just been kind of a topsy-turvy year, and since she and Tommy have reconciled it feels like he's getting more and more dissatisfied. The necklace was a surprise. But maybe it's all part of the same effort as the anniversary trip and the late night dinners, and —
She realizes she's stopped talking.
"M'sorry."
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Maybe she's more of a mess than she thought she was. She banishes that thought right quick.
"Anyhow. I 'preciate your discretion, 'n not tellin' anybody 'bout us. Guess I should be more careful 'bout lettin' this thing show when I'm in public."
She tucks her necklace inside her blouse.
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"I've got a pretty good feelin' Miss Bar hears everythin' that goes on 'round here."
But Kate's not worried about that. Miss Bar's never outright tried to hurt her, despite the funny holiday get-ups and the occasional door mishaps. Guess when it comes down to it, Kate feels like she can count on Miss Bar more than anybody else in her life, with perhaps the exception of Beaut.
Humans are just too fickle.
"Thank you, Miss Clementine."
She rallies herself, and fixes Clem with the most genuine smile she's got. It feels good having told someone, even if it wasn't Tommy, and her discretion is very much appreciated.