|Carrie Kelley (girlwonder) wrote in utr_logs,|
@ 2008-03-17 19:15:00
|Entry tags:||carrie kelley, doug ramsey|
who. Doug and Carrie
what. Talking about work
when. This afternoon
where. Doug's pad of tech goodness
The sun was still up when Carrie got off her shift. This was a good thing, it meant she had some time on her hands before the bars filled and the drunks wandered the streets. It was St. Patrick's Day. Carrie was completely in the belief that she should have spent the day getting piss faced with strangers in a pub. But she wouldn't be doing that. Dick wouldn't have approved. And there was work to be done, thugs whose asses needed kicking.
Once again, crime fighting got in the way of Carrie's social life, managing yet again to keep her a lot more sober than she cared to be. But it was just as well. Carrie still couldn't remember the last night she'd been drunk. Everything beyond the fact that she'd been with Dick and it'd been good was a blank.
Carrie took a turn and sped down a street. Her bike came to a sudden stop in front of Doug's place. She gave it a good looking-over before parking her ride. The Robin-cycle could take care of itself. Carrie never worried about it. Even if some idiot was stupid enough to try and steal it, Carrie could always call it back with the press of a button. With a loving pat, she walked to the door and knocked. Hands in the pockets of her jeans, she waited for Doug, not really sure what to expect. Maybe he had no idea what he was doing. Maybe this would be a mistake. Maybe not. Carrie tried being cautiously optimistic.