Annie Winchester (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} anniegirl) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} utr_logs,@ 2011-07-10 19:21:00 |
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WHAT: Their quasi-date
WHERE: Bond Street tube station to start
WARNINGS: Probably nothing.
Annie had been on her feet for literally eight hours straight, and she was fucking tired. Her hair was frizzed and her makeup was nonexistent at this point, and she was just thinking longingly of a chair and something appallingly alcoholic. She thudded down the stairs into the Bond Street station, each foot feeling leaden, all but zombie-walking down the hall.
She stopped, though, when she heard "Don't Let the Sun Go Down on Me" wafting through the tunnel. Annie's hands flew over her mouth, and she mouthed oh, shit!, but she couldn't help much at this point. She couldn't very well run away, and she couldn't afford a cab. Hopefully he didn't run in terror when he saw her after a long, trying day; she hadn't looked like shit the last time they met.