May. 15th, 2010 at 11:24 PM
Who: Alistair Icenhour and Katherine Athena.
What: Katherine may have the plan, but Alistair has the plans for the plan. Conversation is had over wine.
When: mid April, 2096
Where: Alistair's house
Status: Closed; complete
Alistair opened his front door and wasn't distressed at all to see Katherine behind them. He was, however, surprised to see that Katherine's car was driving away without her.
"Bart drove you in?" he asked as he stepped back to let her into his house.
"Yes. I haven't quite figured out how to get the car to drive itself for me," she said lightly as she stepped inside. The woman's head craned behind her, watching as the Angel turned the corner, disappearing behind a copse of trees and a thin cloud of smoke. "Don't worry." Katherine lifted her phone. "I can call a cab."
"Just surprised he's in town," Alistair backed off, closing the door behind Katherine and leading her through the corridor into the kitchen. The living room, dining room, and staircase to the upper floor passed them along the way as they usually did - if any business was to be done at Alistair's house, it was done in the kitchen. He'd given any number of excuses over the years as to why this was, but the simple truth was it had the most space to pace in, it was readily accessible to drinks and no one came close to his bedroom.
( They don't pay us to be human. )
What: Katherine may have the plan, but Alistair has the plans for the plan. Conversation is had over wine.
When: mid April, 2096
Where: Alistair's house
Status: Closed; complete
Alistair opened his front door and wasn't distressed at all to see Katherine behind them. He was, however, surprised to see that Katherine's car was driving away without her.
"Bart drove you in?" he asked as he stepped back to let her into his house.
"Yes. I haven't quite figured out how to get the car to drive itself for me," she said lightly as she stepped inside. The woman's head craned behind her, watching as the Angel turned the corner, disappearing behind a copse of trees and a thin cloud of smoke. "Don't worry." Katherine lifted her phone. "I can call a cab."
"Just surprised he's in town," Alistair backed off, closing the door behind Katherine and leading her through the corridor into the kitchen. The living room, dining room, and staircase to the upper floor passed them along the way as they usually did - if any business was to be done at Alistair's house, it was done in the kitchen. He'd given any number of excuses over the years as to why this was, but the simple truth was it had the most space to pace in, it was readily accessible to drinks and no one came close to his bedroom.
( They don't pay us to be human. )