Lalita will be your satanic (magicalmechanic) wrote in repose, @ 2016-12-20 00:42:00 |
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Current music: | George Thorogood - One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer |
Entry tags: | *log, briar mckenna, cat dubrovna |
Bar: Cat and Briar
Who: Cat and Briar
What: chillin'. Probably.
Where: Mean-Eyed Cat
When: 12/20 just before closing
Warnings/Rating: TBA
It was late by the time Briar emerged from beneath her latest project car, pausing long enough to scrub her hands and make sure she didn't stink too badly before she decided to wander into town. This one was smaller than most she had lived in recently, bigger towns tended to bring more interesting vehicles and other business, and it was also easier to blend in most days.
But people who knew of her were more than likely not going to look for her there at least. The slower business than usual would give her time to work on her own things, so there was an upside. The owner of the shop she had picked didn't ask too many questions about her background or the extra tools and equipment she brought with her, or even show up that often now that she was there and spent more time working than he paid her for. They were going to get along just fine.
Tuesdays were exactly as slow in a small, quiet town as one would expect she noticed as she road her bike to a bar one of her customers had recommended. The Mean Eyed Cat sounded vaguely familiar as she parked her bike though she couldn't quite place why that would be so. Her curls held the signature disarray of drying while being held back by a headband all day, and she was pretty sure there was somehow grease in her ear. How. She would ask, except it happened everyday. At least she had changed out of her work clothes, though a still dirty hoodie and blue jeans weren't much better.