|Famine | Fia Black (black_horse) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2017-03-07 22:44:00
|Entry tags:||famine, saint padraig|
Who: Famine and Padraig
What: So let's talk and shit
When: Monday afternoon
Where: Famine's restaurant
Warnings: Not much, I'd imagine
Famine had gotten off the computer, mentally cursing Andrew for being a blabbermouth. She hadn't ever meant to tell him she'd slept with Patrick, but she was tired, and he was being so fucking nice about telling him what was bothering her. So she'd finally cracked and told him everything, and he'd...told Padraig, for some reason. She supposed she'd find out why soon enough.
The restaurant was pretty quiet for a Monday, just a few scattered tables, so she left it to her hostess and manager to take care of things. "If a tall, dark-haired, brooding guy comes in, tell him I'm in my office," she told Gina, the hostess. She grabbed some whiskey from behind the bar, along with two glasses, and took it to her office. She plunked herself down in her chair, poured two drinks, and waited for Padraig to arrive.