Hayley Radcliffe is strictly hands-off (glovedup) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2011-04-04 19:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | rogue, spoiler |
Who: Darwin and Hayley
What: Meeting again
Where: A bar in Redmond
When: Monday night
Warnings: Language, possibly
Normally, Hayley thought of Monday the way normal people did. It was Monday, big deal. But this weekend, she'd been dreading it. And now that it was over, she felt like she needed therapy for post-traumatic stress. The phone calls at Monarch Industries never stopped, and eventually her southern charm began to wear thin. Every identical-sounding reporter in the city wanted a sound byte from her, and eventually, it just wasn't worth saying no without putting a bit of "oomph" behind it.
With the day behind her, she knew that if she went home now, she'd upset Evie. She needed to relax a bit, unwind. So she went to a bar she'd been to a few times before, knowing it wasn't a total dive. It wasn't anything fancy, but it had a decent bartender and it wasn't lit like a dank submarine. The music wasn't terrible, though a few guys in the corner were watching sports reruns on the muted televisions and provided their own chorus to the radio station's songs. But it was busy enough to keep all the attention away from her, while being calm enough to not overwhelm her.
The bartender gave her an odd look when she sat at the bar, sliding out of her jacket while leaving her thin scarf and opera-length gloves on. Pairing a graphic tee with formal accessories always earned strange looks, something she was used to by now. But she was comfortable, the gloves not too hot or confining, and so she dismissed the thought. After all, hipsters wore weird things, and they didn't even have a real excuse.
Though it was Monday night, she ordered a mint julep, needing the little comfort. She'd cap herself at two, savoring them both, and then get a cab home. It was a foolproof plan, and one that would end with her perfectly relaxed and tranquil.