Radha "Rye" Lawless (rock_and_rye) wrote in theunboundic, @ 2020-07-22 23:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! time: july 3 - 9, lukas fox, radha lawless |
Rye thoughts aren't good thoughts, boys
Who: Luke & Radha
What: In search of stew
When: Friday, July 8, Suppertime
Where: Ceddon's Bounty
Ceddon's Bounty was just about the only place Radha ever got ahold of a hot meal. She'd taken after her Da, after all, though her Ma hadn't exactly been great at cooking. Or even good at it. All day, she'd been daydreaming about fish stew and a massive wedge of bread with butter, so when it started rainin' dogs and gods-damned cats, she swore out loud that it wouldn't keep her from that stew. (Literally cursed at the rain as she hurried through it.) By the time she burst through the doors of the tavern, with a brilliant, purple flash of lightning behind her, followed immediately by a thunderous boom, Rye was drenched from head to toe. She'd lost a boot to the mud that was more like quick-sand. But she was there. She shook herself not unlike a dog, pressed her hands over her short, bedraggled curls to squeeze out some water. Shook her arms out sideways to fling water off, uncaring that it sprinkled some of the nearby stragglers at their tables. There wasn't many people out, not in that torrential downpour, but it looked like the band had already set up before the storm. The usual dinner crowd hadn't shown up yet, and by that point, it was unlikely that they would. Rye paused near the front door and toed off her only remaining boot, soaked through and caked in mud, to walk a damp, barefooted path to belly up to the most secluded spot at the bar. Bree the barmaid set a pint of ale in front of her without needing to ask, then moved along to deliver more drinks without a single word about her state. When the barmaid swung back around, Rye swiped some water out of one eye and let out a calming exhale. "I'll take a fish stew." Conger, mussels, leeks, potatoes... She was so close. "Outta stew," Bree said. "No, fish stew," Rye said. "Outta fish stew," Bree said. "Outta-- The fuck you are." "Toad over there ordered the last of it.," Bree said, then disappeared into the back. Radha slowly turned her increasingly homicidal stare over to where Toad sat at the other end of the bar, with two bowls of stew in front of him. She sure as shit didn't lose a shoe just to get bested by the likes of him. |