Marin Aria Jameson (innoxious) wrote in keeplivingrpg, @ 2011-05-14 02:57:00 |
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With the two weeks off her boss had given her, Hannah was at a loss as to what to do with herself. She had friends, sure, but she wasn't sure what they'd want to do. At least, not tonight. It was Friday, after all. The fleeting thought that, perhaps, they'd be at Three Dogs crossed her mind, but she wasn't completely sure. So she'd simply gotten dressed, made sure her hair looked okay, and headed out in that direction. There was always good music out there, so even if no one she hung out with was there, she could just sit and enjoy that. Hannah was a pro at finding the good in small things. It was always nice, that way. And one could always find something to smile about. Now, she was sitting at a table against the wall, a glass of firewhiskey in her hand as she watched the band playing tonight. They were good, but then again, they were always good around here. Three Dogs (and by extension, the Montgomerys) always hired the best. It wasn't completely packed (maybe because people were superstitious about the day), but it had a decent number of people there tonight. And Hannah was certainly enjoying herself. |