bravo_six (bravo_six) wrote in birthrightrpg, @ 2020-07-31 01:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | derek mitchell, hanna pulaski |
Who: Hanna and Derek
What: Random conversation
When: Backdated, two weeks before 'the dusting'
Where: The Speakeasy, 24 liquor store in Vegas
Rating: Mild language
It was going to be one of those nights.
Either she'd gotten up too early or eaten too much dinner, but Hanna was restless by the time The People's Court was over for the night, the two hour block of episodes that ran on KVCW ending just after ten. She'd considered calling it a night, trying to sleep, but the ill at ease feeling didn't subside even after she cleaned up the few dishes she'd used for dinner and set the coffee maker up for in the morning. She checked her wall map, added a new pin from a note she'd made that afternoon, then checked the fridge.
Out of vodka. The bottle of Absolut was empty, a dead soldier standing between the ketchup and a half-full jar of pickles. Why the hell had she put it back?
Hanna put the empty in with the recyclables, locked up behind her before tucking the keys out of sight. The Speakeasy was just down the street, open at all hours. New York might be the city that never slept, but Las Vegas was awake for almost as long. The sky had just gone fully dark as she made her way out of the parking lot.
The bell above the door jingled as she stepped into the cooler air, and the third shift manager glanced at her before going back to his scratch tickets. She could hear the muted pinging of the poker machines as she started down the third aisle. Tequila, gin, whiskey...