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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 pops another bite of ice cream into her mouth, grinning like — well, like a Kate in cream.
"Still lookin' for things t'occupy yourself with?"
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"I sure am, Kitten."
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"I should be 'round more oft, now. If y'wanted t'try ridin' a horse."
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"Sure, why not?"
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She grins around her spoon, hellfire dancing in her eyes.
"You'll make yourself sick again."
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"Hey, I don't even know if I'll like it, yet, but I'm certainly willing to give it a try."
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"Couldn't resist teasin' you a bit. I promise I'll be gentle."
She'll have to be. After the long day she's had, she's feeling tired. At least it'll get cooler once the sun starts going down.
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"I dunno, I've never minded a little rough and tumble."
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And then she turns red.
"'Course, it all depends on the horses."
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"'Course I'm sure the rider helps, too."
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"Maybe a touch."
She nudges her shoulder in return, head lowered bashfully but now with laughter on her lips.
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"That's the spirit."
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"'Least you're in a good mood. S'a good way t'start."
She takes one last bite of ice cream, and puts her spoon down.
"Whenever you're ready, then."
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She absently reaches for her pendant, rubbing her thumb over it a moment before tucking it inside her blouse.
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Who's doing the mother henning now, Miss Remy?
"I'll be fine. The least that should happen is y'should meet somma the animals. Figure out which one you'd like t'take for a ride."
She asks Miss Bar for a bag of carrots.
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"Alright, then," she says, standing whilst sliding her hands into her pockets. "Lead on, m'dear."
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It's a nice evening outside. Still warm, but cooling slowly.
"Have y'ever spent a day in the country with the company of animals?"
She can't get over these cityfolk. All right, sure, if you've got automobiles then you don't have to ride horses, but there must be some animals Miss Remy likes.