primitive_soul (primitive_soul) wrote in nomadsrpg, @ 2013-02-27 15:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | end of the world party, hagar, orion, week one |
Who: Orion & Hagar
When: After the End of the World party
Where: Trading Post
Why: Gift giving
Orion was staring down at her shoes as the trading post emptied out, listening to the last of the partygoers make their stumbling way out into the dark, filled with good cheer and alcohol. She'd been inside herself that night, but she'd deliberately not imbibed too much. For one thing she'd never been able to stand beer, stronger alcohol threw off her reflexes, and besides...she wanted to be sober for this.
Would she see her in the milling people who were still lingering? She could have sworn she'd seen her dealing with what she guessed was a client earlier in the evening, but maybe she slipped out to go home early. Maybe she should go home and do this another time.
Or maybe she was just being a coward.
The hunter blew out a breath, ran her fingers through her hair to get it out of her face. It wasn't unlike waiting for prey while on the hunt, although she currently felt anything but predatory. She felt...she didn't know the word for what she felt. But she could do this. One woman couldn't hurt her.