Amber Keely (runthereds) wrote in bizarre_city, @ 2013-05-19 22:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | amber keely, andrew moreau |
Sept 20
WHO: Amber and Andrew
WHAT: ...long time no see?
WHEN: Friday, Sept 20
WHERE: The Tavern
Fridays weren't special for people who worked over the weekends, and especially for people who worked third shift over the weekends. Today marked the last Friday Amber Keely was going to have without work for a long time, before she came off medical leave because technically, her ribs were healed. Didn't so much matter that the tissue around them was still quite tender; getting t-boned by an eighteen wheeler in the back of an ambulance is the kind of thing that left its mark. More specifically, the three barrel rolls the bus managed before stopping upside down did most of the marking.
The marks were gone, at least. The bruising had faded two weeks ago; she no longer looked like a battered girlfriend or hissed and slapped at anything that touched her torso. Still, the near-death experience had put a few extra things in Amber's head that she had lots of time to mull over, given her extensive amount of free time. Part of her was looking forward to being busy as fuck again. But for now, there was a different kind of distraction in mind.
Audric had texted earlier. One of the few men she'd ever met in her life where her logic and forward-thinking completely vanished in his presence. He was fun and easy going and had the underwear-model looks that reduced her intellect to the primeval lizard-brain; the carnal center to which everything became a means to get him in her pants.
For that, she could handle some tender ribs. It wasn't moral, but who cared? They weren't hurting anybody.
He'd set their meeting place at the Tavern, a quaint, low-key establishment he'd taken her to before. Anticipating a rather physical evening, Amber planned to put a decent cushion of alcohol into her system before meeting him, since she was out of pain pills and planned on fully enjoying her last weekend away from work. Hence, why she walked in the door an hour before the rendezvous, and planted herself at the corner seat at the bar.