erin gracewater . {mary lennox} (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} marigoldsinarow) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} musingslogs,@ 2010-10-07 12:36:00 |
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What: A tea, or business proposition.
Where: A tea shop.
When: Before the Alphabet murders are announced. After Erin contacts Toby.
Warnings: None, I promise.
For Erin, it had been a whirlwind month. Only the tie to her home that kept her going back every evening to prevent a total collapse kept her from an ongoing second-by-second schedule, and when she was not having phone conferences with city planners and convincing Creations to be teachers, she was having knock down drag out fights with Colt over just about everything.
She was looking upon this tea with Toby as a break in the day, a combination of lunch, business, and maybe something more personal that she didn't have a name for. She owed Toby a great deal, and the other woman had strange secrets that interested Erin only because they were secrets, and she was made to find out other people's secrets; she couldn't help it.
The tea shop was an extremely green place, made up of forest green clapboard and decorations made to resemble a French cafe's red upholstery and blackboard specials. Lines of tea tins made the walls glint, and the waitresses were an eclectic bunch that wore beads and handkerchiefs in their hair. Erin came here with a laptop to work quite often, and she tipped generously enough that they almost didn't mind her taking a table for hours at a time. She waited with a fine bone teacup by her elbow, frowning at a message on her Blackberry.