Every door I ever tried was locked. WHO: Blair & Lazarus WHERE: Some bar somewhere WHEN: Night
Whoever was in charge of updating Blackberry Maps needed to get fired. No, set on fire. Looking up at the establishment in front of her, Blair frowned. This was definitely not Fiona's house.
Blair Fitzpatrick didn't run. Well, at least not literally. Unless, of course, she was going out of her mind sitting and twiddling her thumbs in the little town her sister lived in. Bruce still hadn't come back from his trip and Blair was wondering if he'd caught on to her intentions of making Bruce and Fiona's marriage get back on track. Either way, between the dead silence that existed between her sister and herself and the endless amounts of nothing, she'd decided to go on a run. Blair hadn't been allowed any form of strenuous exercise since her doctor had suggested she regain some weight. Before that, all Blair did was clean house, starve herself, and work out. All that went out the window when she had the children. Not that Blair was anywhere near her proper weight, but it was the only way she could stop losing. At any rate, she hadn't packed any exercise clothes so the excursion had involved a quick shopping trip and then Blair had set off, music playing from her Blackberry as she went for a long jog. She'd not even thought about where she was going, just that she was gone.
And then she'd gotten lost.
Inputting Fiona's address into the map app on her smartphone had led her to this not-very-reputable-looking bar and to make matters worse, her battery had died leading her here. The weather was awful and she was starting to freeze in her exercise clothes. As much as she hated the idea of going into a bar, she needed to call a taxi for a ride home. She wasn't actually sure if this was part of her marriage contract. But seeing as Neal had released her from a giant portion of it (and the marriage contract was not as thorough as she'd initially expected) she figured she'd be fine. And she really needed to get back home. Fiona would be worrying. The last thing Blair wanted was for her sister to call the cops. That would set Neal off. Showing her ID to the guy at the door, he gave her a look that Blair didn't quite understand and then waved her in. Taking tentative steps in, she found that it actually wasn't a very seedy bar, but still smelled like stale beer. Working her way around some people that were clearly ogling her, she tried to look like she belonged and moved up to the bar to try and get the man's attention. There was a payphone in the corner but the idea of putting it against her face disgusted her and she had no change.