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milliways_bar2017-05-13 10:32 am
sunbaked_baker) wrote in milliways_bar2017-05-13 10:32 am
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The stuff Jay had given her had worked - Rae couldn't remember the last time she had gotten a full ten hours of restful sleep not interrupted by nightmares or delayed by insomnia. It's amazing how different the world feels without the faint ache of tiredness in her head and shoulders and eyes, without the sound of an alarm clock shrieking to wake the dead.
But, having gone through the step of making sure she is well rested before she leaves, Rae has set herself on the path that means she must go through with it. She must leave. There is no backing down now. Rae expects that if she chickened out today and then later went back to Jay asking for another night of dreamless sleep to prepare herself, he would throw her out the door himself.
And she wouldn't blame him.
So she must go through with it.
So this morning, Sunshine comes down the stairs to the bar room wearing a three-quarter-sleeved, button-up, lavender shirt, its collar neatly pressed and with a sheer, white and purple flower-printed scarf knotted at her throat, and a pair of beige dress pants. Her hair is up, fixed in a neat bun. Her ears are adorned with simple, fake diamond studs. Her hands are clean and her nails neatly trimmed, her scars hidden. Rae isn't very good at lying, but she is very good at telling stories. Her appearance radiates proper, upstanding member of the community, who lives a blameless life and contributes to the good of her city and its people, yet is being unfairly persecuted by an overzealous and misguided member of law enforcement.
She will see how good of a storyteller she is, today.
Rae lingers in the bar long enough to have a light breakfast - her stomach isn't up to much, but going into this meeting running on empty doesn't seem like a good idea, either. The toast and eggs and juice are finished and the dishes taken away much too soon. Then all there is left is to get to her feet, to double-check she has everything she could conceivably need - her hand brushes the familiar weight of the little pocket-knife in its pocket - to go over to the door and grip the doorknob... and go.
The door closes quietly behind her.
(ooc: Feel free to catch her before she heads out. <33333)
But, having gone through the step of making sure she is well rested before she leaves, Rae has set herself on the path that means she must go through with it. She must leave. There is no backing down now. Rae expects that if she chickened out today and then later went back to Jay asking for another night of dreamless sleep to prepare herself, he would throw her out the door himself.
And she wouldn't blame him.
So she must go through with it.
So this morning, Sunshine comes down the stairs to the bar room wearing a three-quarter-sleeved, button-up, lavender shirt, its collar neatly pressed and with a sheer, white and purple flower-printed scarf knotted at her throat, and a pair of beige dress pants. Her hair is up, fixed in a neat bun. Her ears are adorned with simple, fake diamond studs. Her hands are clean and her nails neatly trimmed, her scars hidden. Rae isn't very good at lying, but she is very good at telling stories. Her appearance radiates proper, upstanding member of the community, who lives a blameless life and contributes to the good of her city and its people, yet is being unfairly persecuted by an overzealous and misguided member of law enforcement.
She will see how good of a storyteller she is, today.
Rae lingers in the bar long enough to have a light breakfast - her stomach isn't up to much, but going into this meeting running on empty doesn't seem like a good idea, either. The toast and eggs and juice are finished and the dishes taken away much too soon. Then all there is left is to get to her feet, to double-check she has everything she could conceivably need - her hand brushes the familiar weight of the little pocket-knife in its pocket - to go over to the door and grip the doorknob... and go.
The door closes quietly behind her.
(ooc: Feel free to catch her before she heads out. <33333)
reaction post, if that's okay!
Alana smiles. She supposes she can wait a little longer to go home herself.