Leslie Knope (inknopewetrust) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2014-12-03 14:16:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | character: killian jones, character: leslie knope |
WHO: Leslie Knope and Captain Hook
WHERE: Hook's alcohol stand
WHEN: December 3 - afternoon
WHAT: Leslie delivers her thank you present
WARNINGS: None that I can think of
STATUS: Complete
There was a lot that Leslie Knope was angry about, most prominently the fact that she was stuck in a town with no way of getting home to her work and friends. But she was the type of woman that didn't let her anger get her down. She channeled it into something productive, and focused on taking everything positive out of this experience. She wasn't going to let this town bring her down, and if she had anything to do with it she was going to make it a better place.
But her first matter of business on this day was to show her appreciation to the man that had taken her under his wing that first night she arrived. It was a whirlwind to say the least, and Hook was kind enough to take her drinking. Leslie had never been a big drinker, but she felt she needed it to calm her nerves from the sudden upheaval from her "normal" life. And Hook was nice. He was charming. And the fact that she woke up the next day in her room meant that he had taken her back without trying to take advantage of her. Maybe a part of her wished he would have, but she didn't want to end up with another Mark Brendanawicz on her hands so she was glad he didn't.
That didn't mean they couldn't be friends at the very least, right? Leslie had been working so hard on moving and settling in and making binders for the reorganization of the town that she didn't even think about a gift until the previous night. It was very unlike her, and to make up for it she finished her project in one night. Sure, it might have taken eight hours, and maybe she didn't get to sleep until three in the morning, but she was used to it. Running on little sleep had become a Leslie Knope norm, and she wouldn't know what to do with herself if she ever had more than five hours of rest.
She had framed her gift, and wrapped it, and made her way toward Killian's alcohol booth? Stand? Well, whatever it was it was easy to find him next to the bakery.
"Killian," she said enthusiastically with a wave of her hand. "Hey!" She walked up to him with a good amount of determination, bundled lightly in a jacket. She felt a chill in the air, or maybe that was her imagination? Either way, there was a cold that touched her to the bone.
"So... this is your business, huh?" She nodded her head in approval. "Not bad... not bad. Though maybe we ought to see about getting you a store.... with walls... and a roof. A front door would be good, too. Keeps the chill out."