Who: Wren and Hayley What: Paying it forward (Hayley saves the day) Where: Redmond When: Wednesday evening Warnings: In progress, so TBD
It was strange, walking the streets of Redmond instead of Rainier, and Wren looked at the unfamiliar building fronts with fresh eyes. It wasn't gritty and dirty like the area around Hamartia was, and there weren't men in cars driving up and asking how much things cost, and she thought maybe she could get used to that.
It was late, and she'd gotten off the stage at Orpheum a half hour earlier. She hadn't bothered to do more than swap out her corset for a knee-length dress when she left the club to walk to the store, and her hair was short, pale blonde ringlets that (unknowingly) drew attention in the moonlight.
The store was brightly lit, the kind of place you could find on any corner, and the man behind the counter was older and friendly. He handed Wren the cigarettes she was buying for the bartenders at the club, and he didn't card her, and she gave him an open, thankful smile.
She was halfway back to the club when she noticed the car trailing slowly along the sidewalk, and she turned and shook her head. No, she wasn't working, and she expected them to take that for an answer and leave. When they stopped the car, she stopped walking. She wasn't armed, not in that neighborhood, but she wasn't going to do what she normally did, either. No giving in.
"Can I help you?" she asked, even as one of the men tried to crowd her against the brick wall behind her.