Johanna Marie Zima (whiskeyandsalt) wrote in orderlogs, @ 2015-07-27 15:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: whiskey dillinger, location: new york city, player: irish |
Tea Time, Reading and Meetings
|[ WHO ]| Whiskey Dillinger
|[ WHERE ]| Cafe
|[ WHEN ]| Friday, July 17 | 9:00 AM
|[ WHAT ]| Tea time, reading and meetings.
|[ STATUS ]| Open | In Progress
Friday mornings, for a lot of people, were considered the last morning of the week they had to wake up early. A day to rejoice in the fact that the weekend was coming and that meant parties, drinking or sleeping in. For Whiskey Dillinger, Friday mornings were just like any other mornings. A gift, period. She was out of the circus. She was doing things she loved doing (minus taking shots of course) and she was making enough money to keep her more than comfortable. Even now, as she awaited a new assignment in her downtime, Whiskey was sitting at a little cafe drinking a cold cup of tea and reading the newest addition of a book series she'd become addicted to lately. If there was one thing Whiskey enjoyed, it was reading out in an open space. The freedom it made her feel couldn't be bought. It was all something she didn't take for granted because she knew how it felt to be figuratively caged and afraid all the time. Now, after training and years on her own, she had grown stronger. She had grown more able to defend herself. She wasn't afraid of anything (except tight places, but she'd never admit that). The slight breeze blew the strands of chestnut hair that hung from her clip past her face, tickling her temples and causing her to reach up and tuck one behind her ear. Turning the page, she was momentarily distracted from her imaginary world by the waiter coming up and offering her more tea. With a smile, Whiskey lifted her glass to the young man, watching carefully as he poured it. With the glass refilled, she politely asked him to leave the pitcher and take the empty one with him. Being a spy had taught Whiskey a lot of great things. It also taught her to be suspicious as hell. Which was why she always carried a small vial of testing solution with her. Poison could be administered to anything at any time. So after pouring a small amount of tea onto a napkin and testing it to find it clean, Whiskey nodded to herself, threw the napkin away and settled back into her reading with an easy mind. No poison in her delicious tea. All was good with her world at the moment. The shadow that fell across her a few minutes later caught her attention. Looking up, Whiskey gave them a smile and kicked out the chair across from her. A little company wasn't a bad thing, after all. |