pretty bird (wide_eyed) wrote in unforgivenrpg, @ 2010-10-15 20:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2000-10, c: emma dobbs, c: stephen cornfoot, type: thread |
WHO Silas Dobbs & Steve Cornfoot
WHEN 15 October 2000 | eveningtime
WHERE Pure
RATING Low/Med
Tavish still wasn't feeling well and it sort of broke Silas' heart, particularly as nearly every night when she got ready to head downstairs to the club. She could see it on his face, how much he wanted to follow. Worse yet, the fact that she knew (and he more than likely did as well) that only a few steps away was his father, who had still not come up to visit. Last night she had almost stayed up with him, just to keep him company; but he was being cranky and she had eventually left because no matter what she did or said made any difference; by the time she'd come up a few hours later he had been asleep on the couch. Tonight she hadn't even had to worry about fighting with him, he was asleep at seven, so by the time ten came around all was quiet. The rounds were easy, it seemed that even though for being a Sunday night, it again was rather slow. Again she thought about what she had mentioned in passing to Tavish. Perhaps they did need to open earlier, draw in a larger crowd, at least the best that they could. Ordering a drink, she picked up the green nearly non-alcoholic beverage before going around the bar only to see what seemed like a mildly familiar face. She stopped, stared for quite some time before a light seemed to go off. What in the world was he doing here, alone? Walking over, her heels clicking on the ground, she tilted her head and smiled at him slightly, confusion clear in her eyes. "Steve?" |