Repose

Hi. Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you could do me a favor. Even though I already owe you for the clothes.

[Misha B]

I'm sorry I missed you, sugar.

[Sadie M]

Someone's been very chipper lately.

Who: Janus, Steve, Atticus
What: Dinner & drama & danger, Will Robinson!
Where: The Carriage House
When: Fuzzy-now-Saturday
Warnings/Rating: TBD

Atticus wasn't sure what he should wear. Was dinner at home, and dinner at home meant sweats and a t-shirt. But was also a date, if three people having dinner together could still be called a date. Was assuming this was being called a date; dates required better clothing. But was still at home, so didn't want to wear a tie or a jacket. Went with something in the middle. No flannel, no sweats, no jacket, no tie.

Came downstairs wearing socks and no shoes. Would wear shoes if Steve was wearing shoes. Decided that was the best way to decide on his indecision. Simple enough.

Stopped at the old stereo system in the living room, and started a cassette tape, and then he went on to the Carriage House's old kitchen. Was mismatched and needed refurbishing, but everything worked. Wasn't sure if he was supposed to have stocked the fridge, but the staples were all there. Cooked often. Grilled, mostly, but there were spices in the cupboard and fresh veggies in the fridge. Had steaks out of the freezer, just in case. Had a bottle of red on ice; Janus seemed like he might be more of a wine than beer guy. Had a bottle of bourbon out too. Janus had mentioned bourbon.

Atticus was a beer guy. Popped open a Coors, uncomplicated American brew, and he leaned back against the counter. Wanted a cigarette, but Janus hated it when he smoked, so he refrained for now. Wasn't sure how long he would be able to keep that up, but was at least refraining for now.

Now lasted all of two minutes. Grabbed a pack from the kitchen drawer, opened the door that led to the back, and he lit up.