Re: Foot of the stairs: Burden/Audrey
"You got to say some of the things she invented," he said of the fictional heroine in purple. "Were they whimsical things or practical things? Vaccinations or hot air balloons?" he asked, and he really didn't know much about either, but he reckoned any girl who twirled was into things like hot air balloons. And she looked smart, as far as he knew about looking smart, so vaccines weren't out of the question for a heroine she'd reckon it was worth dressing up as. And the goggles, they made him wonder if the girl in the book did some of both, hot air balloon vaccines, or something silly like that. Burden, he liked creative things, but he wasn't very good at learning. He'd finished his schooling fine, and he'd managed his seminary classes, but he wasn't a scholar by any means at all.
"The Cat. It's that bar out by the police station, the one that plays all the Johnny Cash," he clarified. She didn't look old enough to drink, so he knew he hadn't seen her in the bar; he would've gone and carded her, and he would recall that. So he was sitting there, comfortable as could be, and then her arms dropped limp and her face went red. He wasn't sure why, and he looked around himself, assuming he'd missed someone coming or going. But there wasn't no one about, and he returned his attention to her. "What-," he began, but then she said his name. Now, he wasn't real schooled, but that didn't make him dumb neither. "You must be Audrey," he said, and he motioned his glass around. "This looks real nice," he complimented easily. "It's real nice to make your acquaintance."