I yelled and asked if you would like a ride WhoXavier and Briar
What: A casual stroll When: Friday the Where: The Bounty/around town Warnings:
Briar had worked day shift this Friday instead of the night, calmer in some ways at least except the lunch people who acted like they were in a rush and crabby because they couldn't get drunk when they wanted to. She didn't want to go to Antoine's, maybe tomorrow, and was bored enough to contemplate taking a flight up to Rosier and bug Kelly. First, she needed her jacket, the one she had worn into work that morning that was light enough to stay with her when she shifted but still sturdy enough to cut the cold wind.
It had been a great deal colder this week, not enough to bother her as much as it did some of the other residents of Glynn. She had sent off to Castyll for a thicker blanket just in case though, the Inn hadn't lost power for very long and her stash of alcohol had helped but who knows how she would fare if it happened again for longer. The Inn wasn't a priority like the manners or the club were, a fact that hadn't served to endear her own people to her but then again. Most things didn't endear her own countrymen to her, maybe that was why it was so easy for her to disapear into Aurelle. There were certain things she missed certainly, but she had never truly been accepted by her family or the street kids she was so attached to. Not like Bree was here, in Glynn.
She opened the door to head into the Bounty, hoping to pop in and out quickly and instead unexpectedly nearly knocked into a familiar face.