Danielle Karrigan (brokencladdagh) wrote in themoderngods, @ 2012-02-23 15:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, ♥ danielle karrigan : dropped, ♥ kurt mckenzie / jordan keagan : droppe |
Who: Dani and Jordan (aka, Kurt)
What: A tense reunion
Where: La Chat Noir jazz club
When: Thursday evening
Rating: TBD, but likely low to moderate
It'd been a long day following an even longer night for Danielle Karrigan. Being fueled on two hours of actual sleep wasn't conductive to any state of mind, let alone one that'd been frayed around the edges. Two hours of sleep if she was lucky, which is something she didn't normally label herself. By the time she'd pushed through her work hours with the bare minimum of effort, pausing to break with a strange conversation with her best friend which still had Dani confused, her blood was roughly fifty percent caffeinated. That's why she'd decided to walk the eight blocks from the subway to Jordan's - Kurt's - club; it was cold enough to bite through the cream-wool coat and grey plaid scarf, just uncomfortable enough to keep her awake and alert. A ride in a warm cab would've made her sluggish and reluctant.
Hell, she was still reluctant. Her feelings about seeing the man she hadn't seen or talked to in more than two years were complex, at best. Every breeze that tugged at her hair brought with it phantom voices and old paranoias. Eyes followed her - at least in Dani's mind. Ghosts of a past she'd weened herself from followed the click-grit of her heels on the sidewalk, and she still wasn't certain seeing him was a good idea. Yet Danielle continued to walk, and didn't pause until she stood under a thick maroon awning, the words La Chat Noir blazed on it's side in white.
Something in her chest twisted when she reached for the door and slipped inside. The sounds and smells of a decent Thursday night crowd greeted her; a mix of moderately priced cologne and rail drinks, and the smell of burning dust from the furnace. A hint of stale cigarette smoke that hung onto the paint on the walls, from before the Ban. On cautious approach, Dani's eyes immediately swept those sitting at the bar for the familiar line of Jordan's shoulders and back. He'd changed his name... had he changed his appearance, too? Would she recognize him?
Would she want to?