tiny_but_fierce (tiny_but_fierce) wrote in blood_red_sky, @ 2011-11-19 20:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | karrin murphy, thomas raith |
99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall... (Thomas)
The fair was over, thank God. Murphy was glad to be back to normal. Sure, there'd been a little thrill in taking Harry's powers for a test drive, but Harry'd had a lifetime to get used to them and figure out how to use them. Whereas she'd had a brief crash course from Molly and had barely been able to keep herself from shorting out every bit of electronics she passed. Not to mention that nobody had been at their best to help at a time when help had been sorely needed.
Since the fair, she'd sort of steered clear of Harry. The fact that he'd gone into the Tunnel of Love with his housemate was a bit of a sore spot and she was still working through her own feelings on that one. If she was being honest, she'd been working through a whole lot of emotions since Harry had appeared on her doorstep back in Chicago.
It was easier to just stay busy than think about that. Unfortunately, at the moment her leads had dried up and she didn't have anything to focus on. So drinking seemed to be the alternative to sitting at home and stewing over things.
Which was how Murphy came to be sitting on a bar stool on her own, draining her second gin and tonic. And not telling the bartender her life story. God, she hated when people did that. Just because a person went to a bar alone did not mean that they suddenly needed to turn the bartender or whoever was unlucky enough to sit on the barstool next to them into their own personal Dr. Phil.