Repose

Who: Everyone! Anyone!
What: Travis' bonfire.
Where: Lakefront, behind Mason's home.
When: Nowish/Night
Warnings/Rating/Add'l: Anything goes. In headers place: locations, warnings, indication whether a thread is open.

( The bonfire. )

[The stream of people who ordinarily filter into Hookerville of a late night, bringing with them cash and custom and all the pleasantries of the skin-trade have begun to trickle elsewhere. The rooms in the motel are permanently let, it would seem. And the girls who work within them are happy, well-paid and shockingly, appear to enjoy what they're up to. One man, notorious for enjoying the line between pleasure and pain a smidge too much, disappears overnight. He leaves a wife and a teenage son, both of whom are more relieved than grieving.]

[Hannah S]

How's Si doing?

[After some hesitation.]

[Pippin P]

I'm sorry that me sorting my shit out, ended up hurting you. You don't have to respond to this if you don't want to speak to me, I'll understand, but it seemed under the circumstances perhaps I should apologize.

[I forget who all still belongs in the H-ville lock, if I miss yours, tag yourself!]
[After this.]

It's weird. I've never seen it this slow come summer. Half the trailers are empty with girls gone elsewhere, and I can't say that I blame them. I don't really know what to do to turn it all around. I guess I'm asking for advice.