Re: In-person - Cat/Dickie
"Ooh. A high rope. Color me impressed." Her voice was warmth and teasing and good times. Nothing serious, and that was the best thing about this. It kept the feeling at bay. It kept all those pesky sentiments over there, where they belonged, and she really didn't have time for them, did she? It was time to get herself together, get herself back in line. She'd spent too much time worrying about other people, grieving losses, mourning what could've been.
Because, see, this? Was reality. She forgot sometimes, living this make-believe life in the middle of nowhere. Sometimes, she almost convinced herself that she was just a bar owner from a small town, and wasn't that adorable?
She waited until she heard his bike rev, and then she ran back to the other guards. Fast, and grass kicked up behind her, and she was believably winded when she pointed in the direction the bike had gone. "That way." She panted, like she was at all winded, but they didn't know any better. "Saw him on the fence. Bike."
And, easy as that, three men followed. Two in a camo truck, and one on a bike equipped for the terrain, and she hoped Dickie was good on those wheels of his, and she hoped he had a good enough start to get ahead and away.