Sneaking off for something stronger than beer Who: Heather, Pike, and anyone-that isn't a guest-is welcome. When: Just after dark. Where: Buono Gusto What: Sometimes sick images need to be erased, what a better way to do that than with a bottle of Jimmy Walker? It might help with the aches and pains caused by the questions guests can ask. Rating: Pg-13 for language Status: Incomplete
It was so nice to walk across the grounds and not get soaking wet while doing so. Working and answering questions had kept her from being able to enjoy the fact that it wasn't raining. She had almost forgot just how dry jeans fit. What it was like to wear a tee-shirt and not cross her arms over her chest to hide the color of her bra. She wore just that, a white v neck tee shirt and a pair of nice fitting blue jeans, a pair of black converses topped the outfit off. Long brown hair was left loose, layers that were in desperate need of trimming hung in front of her face.
Heather cut behind bushes, slid along shadows to be sure she wasn't being followed. Every now and then she would pause and listen to be sure she didn't hear any footsteps that shouldn't be. There was a wide gap between the middle of the main house and the back of the restaurant, lit by a thick swipe of moonlight.
Glancing all around she held her breath as she bolted for the back door. Pressing flat against the wall she felt completely exposed. Fishing into her pocket she dragged out the key, the first jab missed. The second caught, with a twist the lock groaned and protested as it was thrown back. She bit back the groan that wanted to purr free from her throat. Perhaps it wasn't as loud as it seemed. Pulling the heavy metal door open she slid in.
She wasn't sure weather or not to wait for him there, or to go to the front and unlock that door. It probably would have been good to specify... Oh well. Leaving the lights off she slunk to the middle of the restaurant so she could hear both doors, leaving the back unlocked. It almost felt as if this was a covert operation, instead of a need for an escape.