Bethany Wheeler | The Fortune Teller (thequeenofcups) wrote in midway_ic, @ 2011-08-18 20:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | beth wheeler, graham fischer, week 1 |
{ w h o } Graham and Beth
{ w h a t } A little company with dinner.
{ w h e n } Thursday night, supper time.
{ w h e r e } A quiet place near the food tent.
{ r a t i n g } I can't see this going over PG, probably not even over G.
It was a relief, on Beth's meal break, to change out of her colorful costume and slip into a plain blue cotton dress and sensible shoes. It was almost as much of a relief to get comfortable as it was to get some food into her stomach - the first week she'd been working, she'd been too nervous to eat at all if she knew she had to go back to telling fortunes later, but she'd gotten over that quickly.
She hadn't quite gotten comfortable enough to surround herself with more exuberant members of the little family on her breaks, though. Slipping into the role was too much effort to play at being comfortable before returning to it. Once she had a plate in hand she looked around for a quieter place to sit, far enough away from the actual food that it wouldn't be a very desirable spot. A table tucked nearly out of sight seemed a safe bet, so she made her way over, careful not to bump anyone on her way.
There, without any eyes on her and the loud conversation distant enough that she couldn't make out any words, she managed to relax and calm her jittery stomach enough to take a bite.