Oregonal Sin

Aiden was taking advantage of a fine day. He'd dragged out a small workbench, and several examples of household items and gifts made from highly polished tin were on display around him. Lampshades, tobacco tins and pill boxes were laid across a bench behind him, then  pewter plates, milk pails, coffee pots, cake pans and cookie cutters were laid out on a blanket in front.

He took a small break from hammering, looking up and wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. He caught someone's eye as he did so. "Good day to you. Can I interest you in anything?"

Ryan had been sent by Beth to go get some more milk, and he didn't need to be told twice. Specially not when she needed it for baking. Beth was a goddess of baking.

He was headed to the store now, and a couple yards ahead of him somebody else clearly was as well. He jogged up a little to catch up with them. "Howdy!"

It was one of those nights. The general store was shut down, Harry had had his supper but he was feeling restless and kept pacing the length of his space. Finally, his eyes caught on the remnants of a bolt of silk. It wasn't quite enough worth selling but perhaps one of the girls could use it.

He wrapped it up and headed over to Gemma's, a spring in his step as he entered the main room. He spotted Gemma first. "Good evening, madame." He said it with the French pronunciation, making it an honorary not her job description. He held his hand behind his back so she couldn't see the package.

Opening time on another day. Didn't make much odds if it was a weekday or a Sunday, save some of the girls started shifts late on Sundays but this one was a weekday. Heavy bars lifted away from the doors to let people in, Jax behind the bar, Gemma's girls ready and willing for company or custom. Or both.

Open for business.