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milliways_bar2012-09-29 07:26 pm
ikissdhimbck) wrote in milliways_bar2012-09-29 07:26 pm
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EP: Kate Barlow | Main Bar
Kate needs a drink.
It's the sole thought on her mind as she makes her way up to the counter tonight. When Miss Bar presents her with a bound volume instead, her expression goes flat.
"You're a riot, Miss. Honest."
She picks up the book and thumbs through it, smirking despite herself. It's been an unusual year, what with Tommy, Voodoo, Voodoo's lady-friend (she quite likes Remy, but wasn't expecting her to try and kiss her), Teja, Jim... Let the Miss poke some fun. If she weren't so busy mentally flailing, she'd probably laugh herself.
"Miss? Make it a bottle. Tequila. An', if I could? Somethin' t'write with."
She takes off her hat and settles on a stool, preparing to pen Guppy a note.
She might even share the tequila, once she's through.
[ooc: Open forever! Kate will be in and out, with an emphasis on out, a lot over October, so I wanted to get an EP in. ^__^]
It's the sole thought on her mind as she makes her way up to the counter tonight. When Miss Bar presents her with a bound volume instead, her expression goes flat.
"You're a riot, Miss. Honest."
She picks up the book and thumbs through it, smirking despite herself. It's been an unusual year, what with Tommy, Voodoo, Voodoo's lady-friend (she quite likes Remy, but wasn't expecting her to try and kiss her), Teja, Jim... Let the Miss poke some fun. If she weren't so busy mentally flailing, she'd probably laugh herself.
"Miss? Make it a bottle. Tequila. An', if I could? Somethin' t'write with."
She takes off her hat and settles on a stool, preparing to pen Guppy a note.
She might even share the tequila, once she's through.
[ooc: Open forever! Kate will be in and out, with an emphasis on out, a lot over October, so I wanted to get an EP in. ^__^]
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Lord almighty, it's just turning out to be one of those nights, isn't it?
"Miss Bar? Could I get a, um. A coffee?"
She'd much rather be drunk right now, but she's just riding the right side of tipsy to realize she's going to need some wits about her to answer his question. She might've brushed him off if they hadn't just said what they said.
A mug of coffee, black, appears. She immediately scoops it up, brow furrowed in thought.
"A man an' woman, outta wedlock, havin' the kinda relations we do. It's — it's a matter of my honor."
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Tommy does have some memory of his Catholic upbringing to know that what she says, especially coming from her time period, has weight. Not necessarily with him, or with most people he knows, but Kate is Kate and he's not going to argue.
"Okay."
Easiest discussion ever?
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That isn't the only reason, of course. As much as she'd like to hide it, guilt lays bare on her face. However, he seems satisfied. He isn't asking, and she's really not sure she wants to say more.
She looks away.
"Okay."
Her movements are jerky, as if she's fighting with herself. Eventually, she turns back to her mug.
"That's the reason why."
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She still seems anxious about something.
He's just a little bit torn between pressing her and letting it pass, except she's been pressed enough tonight. And there's his thing about not wanting to upset her. More.
"Alright. That's all I wanted to know."
With a sigh, he picks up his own coffee to-go.
"I should get back to work."
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"An' y'have your daughters t'meet."
She collects herself, turning to give him a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes for how bright it is.
"An' I should probably finish up down here an' get a move on m'self."
She holds his gaze.
The last thing she wants to be is weak.
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He sort of has a feeling about what she's doing -- hell, he does it all the time himself. It's all there in her eyes.
Getting to his feet, he lingers by her stool. The coffee might have washed away the taste of tequila, but not kissing her on the lips in public is a rule he agreed to.
But he can bend it, can't he?
His free hand briefly rests on her thigh as he leans in to kiss the spot just under her ear. Warmer than a peck, far quicker than he'd like.
"I'll see ya 'round, then, huh?"
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She warms a little as he pulls away. That pleasant thrill is going to have to last her.
"Be careful."
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Tweaking her chin, he points a finger in her face, mock-stern.
"You, too."
He means it, though, even as the corner of his mouth twitches upward.
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She narrows her eyes, biting the inside of her lip.
"Don't wag that thing in my face if y'don't want me t'bite."
Yeah, she'll be careful.
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He sweeps the his fingertip under her chin before lowering his voice:
"Mm, I wish you would."
His hand brushes her thigh as he finally tears himself away, still grinning.
"See ya, honey."
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She watches him walk away, the smirk slipping off her face by degrees. Drawing in a deep breath, she turns back to the Bar. Coffee. She'll finish her coffee.
And take the tequila to her room. For later.