Morningstar Manor

Gabe was in the spa cleaning up. It was nearly closing time and he was ready to head back to the apartment for some food and rest. He made a mental note to call Sarah too. He'd had to take a rain check on their night out due to an omgemergency hair issue with a very high end client.

***

JJ hadn't had a chance to hang out in the Mocha since he'd moved in and tonight - since after the band try out he didn't have anything else planned - he decided to give it a shot. He sat in one of the overstuffed chairs, sipping surprisingly good coffee and playing with his iPad.

***

Jason was technically off duty - and out of uniform - but he was still strolling the Manor grounds. Out in the gardens he paused to light up a cigarette and take a sip from the bottle of beer he held in his other hand. He looked up at the night sky, unable to really see any stars due to the city lights. But still - it was a nice night.

***

At the Lamb Kara wiped down the bar and smiled at the regulars. Tuesday nights were slow but that was okay. After a busy Labor Day she could use an easy night. She looked at the clock and then caught Jack's eye, giving him a nod.

Jack grinned at her and cleaned up the last table. His shift was over so once he put this in the kitchen he could go home.

Niles was sitting in the Mocha, sprawled across one of the couches staring with an entirely confused expression at the cook book that was open in his lap. He'd been kicking around the idea of surprising Elspeth with something nice and boyfriendy. Someone had suggested a romantic dinner. He didn't know how to cook much other than Cajun food, which he prepared for them all the time. So... Something different? And how the fuck did anyone find a keish appetizing?

Smith was on his way from the garage back into the Manor, tugging impatiently at his tie. Who the hell decided formal dress on a day as hot as this was a good idea? Suits made him feel suffocated on the best day, and that feeling was only quantified when it was hot enough to melt balls outside. Disguested, he tugged his jacket off too for good measure and caught sight of the awesome wet rings under his arm pits from sweat in the reflective doors of the elevater. "Brilliant," he muttered to himself.

Declan was out in the garden, though he was safe in the shade as smoke billowed from his mouth while he talked on his cell phone. The daughter of someone his mother had known had recently gone missing and apparently they suspected the same person that had left the governor's daughter spread all over the City in little bits. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he muttered a series of "uh huh" "yes, mother" and "I will," as he promised to keep a closer eye on Sterrin. As though that were possible.

Drew stood in line in the Mocha, still in his hospital scrubs as he rubbed warily at his forehead. He was glad these scrubs, the rather unbecoming shade of green that they were, were at least comfortable and lightweight. They made days like today, after he'd had an especially bad day, more tolerable. Yes, it only meant that he didn't have to fuck with a button and a zipper when he was ready to crawl in bed, but sometimes you just had to appreciate the little things in life.

Seamus was in the lobby, having just come from visiting Conn to discuss something about the Lamb. Bloody hell, this place was swanky. It was the sorta gig that made him feel like he had to take his shoes off at the fucking door or something equally ridiculous. Shaking his head, he paused at the door to the Mocha and contemplated running in and getting a muffin before he headed back to the Lamb. He'd have to eat quick, though. Otherwise Dermot would get his grubby little dick-skinners on it and he'd never see it again.

Callan was in the Gardens, checking his cell phone while Amelia pranced around and slowly went about doing her business. He'd never understand the mindset of dogs. He certainly didn't play hopscotch before going piss everytime he went into the bathroom, but maybe he was going about it wrong. He waved to Declan who waved back, but looked entirely flusterd on the phone. Wiping at the sweat on the back of his neck, he muttered to the dog to hurry up.

Jude was in the Mocha, sitting relaxed and casual and alone at one of the tables while looking at a test run of one of the new roller coasters they were designing for the park. It was based off of one of the last movies, something about a frog that could dance, but somehow they could never get the roller coaster's safety bars to stay down when it went through the first loop. The human sized dummy fell out every time. Smirking a bit to himself, he contemplated suggesting to put the ride on through as is. It'd be a nightmare in one aspect, but in another...

Long hard days in court, in a suit and heels, were not Icene's favourites. Add that Adam was working late, and had asked her to pop into the Lamb to see if they could do the bar for the barbecue, and having her hair pinned up was annoying her, and it was a somewhat tightly controlled Icene who entered the bar and headed straight to the nearest bar stool, settling herself on it with a small smile for the bar staff, "White wine and soda please, no ice."

She'd left her briefcase at the Manor security desk, and only had a small purse with her, but luckily that had just enough room for her diary and a pen, some cash and a few other essentials. She hung it over her shoulder and tucked the purse into her lap while she waited for her drink. Hopefully Adam wouldn't be too long, but in the meantime....

Isabella was in Sanctuary Tuesday night with a bunch of her girls  wearing a peach dress, strappy heels, and so drunk that she was contemplating taking up smoking. She was having an amazing time, though, which was all thanks to the chemical alteration of alcohol, but that was okay. A good time was a good time, right? And she needed a good time right now like she needed nothing else. Thankfully she was a pretty classy drunk, so if tales of her shenanigans reached Micah he wouldn't have to be embarassed.

***

Seamus stood at the bar in the Lamb, leaning over a bit as a regular named Mac told him all about how is ex wife used to pose naked for him.

"I gots a whole calendar a nothin' but her titties, son. That was back in the day when titties were nice and real." He cupped his hands in the air to demonstrate, to which Seamus earnestly nodded.

"Fuckin' A," he said, looking impressed. "Did ya hear that?" he asked the guy sitting next to Mac. "A whole bloody calendar of World War II era tits. They should put that shit in a museum or somethin'."

***

Kate sat in the mocha with a pair of black framed reading glasses perched on her nose while she glared at her lap top. All the work she did last week, all the research concerning cancer, was being discarded for another project to cure FRECKLES.

FRECKLES.

So Seamus hadn't exactly kept his word to God. Not exactly. 

But surely even the good Lord would understand that when a bloody gorgeous ol' lass like Mrs. Lively came in the Lamb and tucked yer tip down the front of yer pants with a little scrap of paper with her address written on it, ya just didn't say no.

Or maybe he wouldn't, as he'd seen fit to send her husband home an hour early. Seamus hadn't even had the chance to get  really into it yet and the next thing he knew he was about to fight a man wearin' nothin but one black sock and one gray. And he woulda been fightin', had the fella not pulled out a sawed off and pointed it right toward his naked balls.

He didn't even feel like a pussy when he ran with his clothes in a bundle that he tucked in front of his crotch after the first shot shattered the wood of the door between his knees.

He just prayed Dermot was in the car where he'd left 'im.

"Ahhh, well,fuck." Dermot said this morosely, watching Molly wiggle her way across the room without even a glance in his direction. "Seems as though she doesn't care for knock knock jokes, brudder."

They'd driven straight through from Boston to the City. Well, Seamus had driven. Dermot had gotten his license taken away so he was playing Miss Daisy for twenty-four hours while Seamus drove like a mad man.

But, they were in the City now, at the Lamb where their sister and relative safety was bound to be. Seamus crawled out of the car and walked into the Lamb with his brother, taking his sunglasses off when he entered the darkness of the pub.

"Well. Ain't this some shit?"