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milliways_bar2012-12-05 02:45 pm
ikissdhimbck) wrote in milliways_bar2012-12-05 02:45 pm
EP: Kate Barlow | Rachel -- Main Bar
The door swings open to a moist, hot desert night, all dark save for the woman who strolls in outlined in firelight. She's wearing her customary boots and britches, gun belt swung over her hips, but only a silk and lace camisole on top. She's also drying her face with an old scrap of linen, and looks completely surprised to see the bar.
She freezes like a deer in the headlights.
"Um. Rachel? Could y'bring me my blouse?"
She's shortly joined by the slender blonde, wearing her lycra morphing outfit under an open blouse. She does have her skirts in hand, however, and after a hushed conversation shrugs and goes to buy them a couple of drinks. Better sleeping in a real bed than a bedroll out in the middle of nowhere, at least for tonight. Kate quickly shrugs on her blouse, taking care as the cuffs drag across her ruddy knuckles, and heads toward Miss Bar while buttoning up.
She's got a smile on her face tonight, despite the embarrassment, and only a few flecks of blood at best remain on her skin. Aside from those split knuckles, in fact, one might even say she hasn't looked so good in months.
After a square meal and a cold drink, she'll go check on the stables. But for right now, both women are utterly botherable.
[ooc: Two pups, two muns! Feel free to catch Kate inside the bar or out in the stables, as you like. When tagging, specify Kate, Rachel, or Both in the subject line, please. Open forever, and slowtimes are always welcome. ^__^
Edit: WARNING for semi-handwaved adult content in the Tommy Gavin thread!]
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But isn't that silly, Kate.
What on earth are you thinking?
She smiles once more, grabbing a fistful of his shirt to pull him into one last kiss, whispering against his parted lips.
"Jus' for the record, you're not too bad yourself."
Her eyes crinkle. She reaches around to pinch his tush, and with a soft laugh she turns, unlocks the door, and heads out. Nobody noticed, right? There's no way anyone could know what they did.
Right?
She keeps her eyes on the staircase nonetheless, making a beeline upstairs before anyone can catch her eye.
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After she ducks out the door, he shuts it behind her. To whittle away the time, he tries counting down the two minutes but doesn't get past thirty seconds without his mind wandering.
They'll find out just how many of his 'favorite ways' they can squeeze in before they pass out for the night.
Are the two minutes over?
Whatever, screw it.
He leaves the utility closet and heads straight for the bar, where he orders a tiny cheesecake, cute and cupcake-sized, topped with one large strawberry, just for Kate; a covered dish of sweet, flaky pastries, the kind she had for breakfast the first time they spent the night together (Tommy thanks Bar for remembering); a couple bottles of juice (one of which he guzzles straight down); and a ham on rye sandwich (which he proceeds to wolf down until his five minutes are up).
Then, a container of cream pops up on the counter. Tommy stares at it blankly for a moment before a note appears:
For the cats.
...Such an enabler.
Refreshed, and refueled, and ready to go in record time, Tommy takes the provisions and hurries upstairs to give Kate a welcome to last until morning.